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 Qatar and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Rufus Thomas 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Hill,
Patti Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The United States of America,
Moby Grape,
David Bowie,
The Knickerbockers,
The Residents,
Can,
Sixth Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Altered Images,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erykah Badu,
Nik Kershaw,
Nirvana,
Severed Heads,
Au Pairs,
Bob Dylan,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare,
Monks,
Y Pants,
Eden Ahbez,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Adolescents,
Magma,
Morten Harket,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barbara Tucker,
Easy Going,
Deadbeat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Procol Harum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arab on Radar,
Metal Thangz,
The Associates,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Average White Band,
The Tremeloes,
The Toasters,
Mission of Burma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Dolphy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alice Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
The Doors,
Livin' Joy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding 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.