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 Togo and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Techniques to the electroclash 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Flipper,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
Mantronix,
The Slackers,
Con Funk Shun,
cv313,
Ice-T,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grauzone,
China Crisis,
Marvin Gaye,
Lower 48,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pole,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Sherman,
Motorama,
Ossler,
Al Stewart,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faust,
Slick Rick,
Crash Course in Science,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxette,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Sheep,
Gong,
The Misunderstood,
Faraquet,
Robert Hood,
Deepchord,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Martian,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doors,
48th St. Collective,
Visage,
Warren Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dual Sessions,
The Fortunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Joensuu 1685,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Negative Approach,
Sister Nancy,
Minnie Riperton,
Jandek,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.