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 Albania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Infiniti,
Organ,
Technova,
Country Teasers,
The Velvet Underground,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Neon Judgement,
Section 25,
Brass Construction,
KRS-One,
Thee Headcoats,
Tim Buckley,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aural Exciters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erasure,
Sight & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
10cc,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Max Romeo,
Cameo,
Interpol,
The Techniques,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Minnie Riperton,
Al Stewart,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Terry,
One Last Wish,
Barrington Levy,
Unwound,
Ituana,
The Wake,
Swans,
Mantronix,
Outsiders,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ralphi Rosario,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Fraelich,
The Five Americans,
Boredoms,
Wally Richardson,
Magazine,
Unrelated Segments,
Be Bop Deluxe,
FM Einheit,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minny Pops,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Style,
Pylon,
Harry Pussy,
The Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.