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 Barbados and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Green to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Junior Murvin,
Faust,
James White and The Blacks,
Yazoo,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Juan Atkins,
Aaron Thompson,
Moebius,
Jacob Miller,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Sherman,
Lucky Dragons,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monolake,
Eric Dolphy,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Moon,
Jawbox,
Ohio Players,
Warren Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tears for Fears,
Cluster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magma,
The Slackers,
Gabor Szabo,
Scan 7,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flash Fearless,
Trumans Water,
D'Angelo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Minnie Riperton,
PIL,
Lebanon Hanover,
Newcleus,
Connie Case,
Youth Brigade,
Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
The Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Television Personalities,
Infiniti,
Gichy Dan,
Ice-T,
The Pretty Things,
Sällskapet,
Porter Ricks,
Shoche,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.