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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Albert Ayler to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Roxette,
Spandau Ballet,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
The Zeros,
The American Breed,
Chrome,
Ten City,
The Move,
Groovy Waters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
Darondo,
Alphaville,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nas,
X-Ray Spex,
Cal Tjader,
D'Angelo,
Amazonics,
John Foxx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick May,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
a-ha,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Clear Light,
Aaron Thompson,
The Modern Lovers,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Residents,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eli Mardock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stereo Dub,
Henry Cow,
Ohio Players,
Thompson Twins,
Zero Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fat Boys,
Panda Bear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scratch Acid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Womack,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.