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 Bolivia and from Winnipeg.
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 Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Icehouse,
Ossler,
Grauzone,
Metal Thangz,
the Normal,
Main Source,
Scientists,
Brand Nubian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Graham Central Station,
Bob Dylan,
Little Man,
Glenn Branca,
Al Stewart,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dead Boys,
The Evens,
Sun City Girls,
Das Ding,
Echospace,
CMW,
John Foxx,
Smog,
Bluetip,
R.M.O.,
Carl Craig,
Young Marble Giants,
Charles Mingus,
Eli Mardock,
Model 500,
JFA,
Lyres,
Don Cherry,
Nils Olav,
Fatback Band,
Mission of Burma,
Dennis Brown,
Deakin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Theoretical Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Ultravox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gladiators,
The Cure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deepchord,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Index,
Andrew Hill,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Move,
Terry Callier,
The Busters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül II,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.