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 Cuba and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 EPMD to the crunk 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shoche,
Moebius,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Christie,
The Gories,
Black Sheep,
New Age Steppers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yaz,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The United States of America,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donny Hathaway,
Popol Vuh,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
The Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
D'Angelo,
Young Marble Giants,
Archie Shepp,
48th St. Collective,
Clear Light,
Interpol,
Newcleus,
Tim Buckley,
New York Dolls,
The Sound,
Black Moon,
The Kinks,
The Skatalites,
Ossler,
The Index,
Arab on Radar,
Ohio Players,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Bananas,
Jacques Brel,
Duran Duran,
Gang of Four,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
June Days,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare,
Das Ding,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anthony Braxton,
Surgeon,
Bad Manners,
Arthur Verocai,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Standells,
Patti Smith,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.