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 Gabon and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Shoche to the crunk 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Iggy Pop,
Delta 5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joensuu 1685,
Bad Manners,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Howard Jones,
Lungfish,
L. Decosne,
U.S. Maple,
The Monks,
FM Einheit,
Television Personalities,
The Happenings,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Inner City,
Bill Near,
Alphaville,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Ultra Naté,
Public Enemy,
Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Suicide,
X-101,
Amon Düül,
The Offenders,
Lightning Bolt,
Moby Grape,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smoke,
Tears for Fears,
Niagra,
Donny Hathaway,
Unrelated Segments,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter and Kerry,
Trumans Water,
The New Christs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Names,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gories,
The Buckinghams,
These Immortal Souls,
Model 500,
Parry Music,
Grey Daturas,
Y Pants,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kenny Larkin,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.