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 Morocco and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Rosa Yemen to the jazz 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brand Nubian,
Morten Harket,
Wings,
Amon Düül,
Eddi Front,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Loose Ends,
One Last Wish,
Alice Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Stooges,
Saccharine Trust,
Drexciya,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quando Quango,
New York Dolls,
Sight & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick Morgan,
Sex Pistols,
LL Cool J,
Mr. Review,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Whodini,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bronski Beat,
The Pop Group,
Banda Bassotti,
Scientists,
Gang Gang Dance,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unrelated Segments,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lungfish,
Kurtis Blow,
kango's stein massive,
the Normal,
The Standells,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
Ultra Naté,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Motorama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blossom Toes,
David Bowie,
The Beau Brummels,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.