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 Chad and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Terry,
The Selecter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Smog,
Sixth Finger,
Wire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reuben Wilson,
Neu!,
Junior Murvin,
Talk Talk,
a-ha,
Unrelated Segments,
Outsiders,
FM Einheit,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Toasters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Enemy,
Barrington Levy,
Porter Ricks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Fraelich,
Bad Manners,
The American Breed,
Mandrill,
Lakeside,
Sister Nancy,
Desert Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quando Quango,
cv313,
Brass Construction,
This Heat,
The Durutti Column,
Adolescents,
Eurythmics,
Urselle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dead Boys,
Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare,
Tubeway Army,
Leonard Cohen,
Pierre Henry,
Ponytail,
Joyce Sims,
Technova,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Christie,
Traffic Nightmare,
PIL,
ABC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Motorama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scan 7,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.