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 Austria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '70s.
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 Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Brick,
Todd Terry,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grauzone,
The Slackers,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Traffic Nightmare,
Carl Craig,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
EPMD,
The Neon Judgement,
Nas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oblivians,
Marvin Gaye,
Pagans,
Stereo Dub,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Germs,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Mills,
The Blackbyrds,
Technova,
Joe Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siglo XX,
The Fugs,
Todd Rundgren,
F. McDonald,
Pulsallama,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra,
The Martian,
Zapp,
Von Mondo,
Underground Resistance,
Isaac Hayes,
Dead Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Laurel Aitken,
Scientists,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Birthday Party,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lungfish,
Graham Central Station,
The Beau Brummels,
Eddi Front,
Yaz,
Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
JFA,
Terry Callier,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drexciya,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.