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 Fiji and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marvin Gaye to the grime 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sparks,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wally Richardson,
Radio Birdman,
Eddi Front,
Charles Mingus,
Crash Course in Science,
Jawbox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aural Exciters,
Hashim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Black Dice,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
DNA,
Simply Red,
Cluster,
Chris Corsano,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick May,
X-102,
Oneida,
Panda Bear,
Donald Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Von Mondo,
Deakin,
Alison Limerick,
Bad Manners,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Subhumans,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Average White Band,
Lower 48,
John Lydon,
Lucky Dragons,
New York Dolls,
Suicide,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cameo,
Amon Düül,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Raincoats,
Joey Negro,
Siglo XX,
Royal Trux,
Fear,
Absolute Body Control,
Arcadia,
Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.