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 Mexico and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Michelle Simonal to the jazz 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Second Layer,
Ultra Naté,
Brass Construction,
Procol Harum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
10cc,
Sparks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Crooked Eye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultravox,
Fear,
The Searchers,
Interpol,
Symarip,
F. McDonald,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Charles Mingus,
The Standells,
Altered Images,
Eurythmics,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fuzztones,
Ohio Players,
Grey Daturas,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Wake,
Duran Duran,
The Black Dice,
Skarface,
Al Stewart,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suicide,
Ten City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tom Boy,
Cymande,
Blancmange,
The Victims,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Seeds,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slave,
Mad Mike,
Zero Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Gong,
The Stooges,
Byron Stingily,
The Doors,
UT,
Japan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.