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 Marshall Islands and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerri Chandler,
Negative Approach,
Eve St. Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monolake,
Rosa Yemen,
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Public Enemy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Swell Maps,
Surgeon,
Yellowson,
John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Cal Tjader,
The Pop Group,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neu!,
Trumans Water,
In Retrospect,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Sherman,
Heaven 17,
Scion,
Derrick May,
Donald Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Toni Rubio,
Fugazi,
Chris & Cosey,
Sällskapet,
Soft Machine,
Joey Negro,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delta 5,
Wire,
Gichy Dan,
Sun City Girls,
Eurythmics,
The Smiths,
Accadde A,
Godley & Creme,
Qualms,
Black Pus,
The Dead C,
Eddi Front,
Josef K,
Massinfluence,
MDC,
The Count Five,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.