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 Seychelles and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Pussy Galore to the funk 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Unwound,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Almond,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hoover,
The Misunderstood,
Quantec,
Nik Kershaw,
Basic Channel,
The Motions,
Sound Behaviour,
The Associates,
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blancmange,
Scion,
Don Cherry,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantytec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crooked Eye,
Howard Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agitation Free,
Silicon Teens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Busters,
Bootsy Collins,
Crash Course in Science,
Ludus,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Angels of Light,
Joey Negro,
Moby Grape,
La Düsseldorf,
Guru Guru,
Masters at Work,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
K-Klass,
Wally Richardson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fear,
Au Pairs,
The Gap Band,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed,
MC5,
Pere Ubu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Stooges,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Modern Lovers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.