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 Cameroon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grunge 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül II,
Graham Central Station,
Jeru the Damaja,
Morten Harket,
Eli Mardock,
The Cowsills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Swans,
Average White Band,
Hoover,
The Birthday Party,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultra Naté,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Zeros,
Funky Four + One,
The Walker Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Stooges,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Porter Ricks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Moon,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Music Machine,
Basic Channel,
The Toasters,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gun Club,
Aloha Tigers,
Parry Music,
Sun City Girls,
Deakin,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
D'Angelo,
Chris & Cosey,
Urselle,
OOIOO,
Camberwell Now,
Mars,
Ronan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moebius,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funkadelic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Freddie Wadling,
The American Breed,
Circle Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.