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 Grenada 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Idris Muhammad to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Peter & Gordon,
Niagra,
Erykah Badu,
UT,
Quadrant,
John Lydon,
The Gladiators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quando Quango,
The Vogues,
Theoretical Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Main Source,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Evens,
Anakelly,
The Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Symarip,
Silicon Teens,
Ultra Naté,
Harry Pussy,
Nico,
China Crisis,
Marmalade,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Bar-Kays,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
10cc,
Mad Mike,
Barclay James Harvest,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers,
Talk Talk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Techniques,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eddi Front,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Almond,
Technova,
Radio Birdman,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gories,
Ronnie Foster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Toni Rubio,
Neu!,
Kurtis Blow,
Pole,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.