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 Grenada and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hashim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Isaac Hayes,
Ten City,
Todd Rundgren,
Nik Kershaw,
Cheater Slicks,
DNA,
DJ Style,
Hashim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T. Rex,
Japan,
Oneida,
Marc Almond,
The Grass Roots,
Marmalade,
Brothers Johnson,
D'Angelo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Motions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Y Pants,
The Divine Comedy,
Kenny Larkin,
Talk Talk,
Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eden Ahbez,
The Victims,
Crooked Eye,
The Leaves,
Todd Terry,
the Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiohead,
Mars,
The Smoke,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pop Group,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
CMW,
Pierre Henry,
Crime,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sugar Minott,
John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doors,
Harry Pussy,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brand Nubian,
The Cramps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.