Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Algeria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ludus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
D'Angelo,
Faraquet,
John Foxx,
Nico,
Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Con Funk Shun,
Sugar Minott,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Smooth,
Interpol,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Alice Coltrane,
The Names,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erasure,
Lindisfarne,
The Five Americans,
Organ,
Chris Corsano,
Drexciya,
Eric Dolphy,
Carl Craig,
Ultravox,
The Red Krayola,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Goldenarms,
Idris Muhammad,
CMW,
Niagra,
Ludus,
Sparks,
Sonic Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Image Ltd.,
Intrusion,
Slick Rick,
Al Stewart,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Clarke,
Porter Ricks,
The Fugs,
Moss Icon,
The Black Dice,
The Barracudas,
The Blackbyrds,
June of 44,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Style,
Section 25,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cowsills,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.