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 Rwanda and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Simply Red to the dance 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Fela Kuti,
The Cramps,
Altered Images,
Laurel Aitken,
Donald Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
The Busters,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
Morten Harket,
Moebius,
Lalann,
Ultravox,
The Music Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
a-ha,
Von Mondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marvin Gaye,
Archie Shepp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blossom Toes,
John Foxx,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barbara Tucker,
Underground Resistance,
Maleditus Sound,
EPMD,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amazonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
cv313,
The Cure,
Letta Mbulu,
Fear,
Bluetip,
Joey Negro,
Cameo,
Make Up,
Lyres,
In Retrospect,
Bill Wells,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anakelly,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brothers Johnson,
World's Most,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Adolescents,
Lou Christie,
Bronski Beat,
Skriet,
One Last Wish,
Josef K,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.