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 Zimbabwe and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Warren Ellis to the funk 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nico,
Pantytec,
Kool Moe Dee,
David McCallum,
Bluetip,
Section 25,
Patti Smith,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kas Product,
The Leaves,
New Order,
The Pretty Things,
Al Stewart,
Graham Central Station,
Don Cherry,
The Trojans,
Vainqueur,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Skatalites,
The Move,
Swell Maps,
Mad Mike,
Drexciya,
The American Breed,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalann,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zapp,
DNA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Basic Channel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sparks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Offenders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Babytalk,
Dennis Brown,
The Shadows of Knight,
Main Source,
Jacques Brel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q and Not U,
Depeche Mode,
Letta Mbulu,
The Tremeloes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Isaac Hayes,
Kayak,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Near,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.