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 Mali and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 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 The Cowsills to the techno 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Lynne,
Dave Gahan,
Q and Not U,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
UT,
Matthew Bourne,
Drexciya,
Suburban Knight,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul Sonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
The Star Department,
Rapeman,
The American Breed,
D'Angelo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The New Christs,
Ultravox,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Hill,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cure,
Blake Baxter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skaos,
Brand Nubian,
Deadbeat,
Scan 7,
Dennis Brown,
Tres Demented,
Stiv Bators,
A Certain Ratio,
Harmonia,
Ituana,
Metal Thangz,
The Monks,
The Evens,
Au Pairs,
The Remains,
Bobby Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Technova,
Trumans Water,
Magazine,
Banda Bassotti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick May,
John Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Flipper,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.