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 Zambia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Mills to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Bauhaus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skaos,
The Leaves,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magazine,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Copeland,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Severed Heads,
Mo-Dettes,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amazonics,
The Gladiators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Lydon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yellowson,
Susan Cadogan,
Janne Schatter,
Roger Hodgson,
Henry Cow,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronnie Foster,
Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The New Christs,
Mission of Burma,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
Thompson Twins,
The Wake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kas Product,
Rapeman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Newcleus,
Con Funk Shun,
Thee Headcoats,
Max Romeo,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Halsall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Green,
Archie Shepp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Wyatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dead C,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Japan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eve St. Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.