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 Singapore 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 The Velvet Underground to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Sandy B,
Unwound,
Aloha Tigers,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Mills,
David McCallum,
Vainqueur,
Grey Daturas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Walker Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Erykah Badu,
Moebius,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funky Four + One,
Subhumans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ponytail,
The Invisible,
Sonic Youth,
Pantytec,
Technova,
Crooked Eye,
Magazine,
Joyce Sims,
Jandek,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Terry,
Jacques Brel,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dirtbombs,
Deepchord,
Wings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick Morgan,
The Stooges,
The Fortunes,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Hill,
Banda Bassotti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Christie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mandrill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
Rotary Connection,
The Human League,
Avey Tare,
Khruangbin,
The Count Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Durutti Column,
The Star Department,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Groovy Waters,
ABBA,
Parry Music,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.