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 Papua New Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 The Beau Brummels to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Audionom,
Boredoms,
Skarface,
Newcleus,
Icehouse,
Rufus Thomas,
E-Dancer,
Rod Modell,
Joe Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Derrick May,
JFA,
Trumans Water,
EPMD,
Soft Machine,
Monolake,
MC5,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grey Daturas,
In Retrospect,
Talk Talk,
Mission of Burma,
Average White Band,
Quando Quango,
Arthur Verocai,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
Joyce Sims,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Count Five,
Delta 5,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Accadde A,
Suicide,
Rapeman,
The Remains,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Guru Guru,
Severed Heads,
The Skatalites,
Piero Umiliani,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris Corsano,
Kerri Chandler,
Eurythmics,
Make Up,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Dolphy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Seeds,
Skriet,
Danielle Patucci,
Sight & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
The Music Machine,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.