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 Afghanistan and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Stetsasonic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
Flipper,
Joe Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Marine Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kevin Saunderson,
DNA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Normal,
Patti Smith,
Au Pairs,
Dark Day,
Liliput,
Graham Central Station,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Motions,
John Lydon,
Youth Brigade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terry Callier,
Minny Pops,
Pierre Henry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Suburban Knight,
Mantronix,
the Swans,
New Order,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marcia Griffiths,
Newcleus,
Scientists,
Little Man,
Roxette,
The Busters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boredoms,
The Barracudas,
Symarip,
The Cowsills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scan 7,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
Minnie Riperton,
The Stooges,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Dead Boys,
Kas Product,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
T.S.O.L.,
FM Einheit,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.