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 Hungary and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Soft Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Organ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Desert Stars,
The Gladiators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suicide,
Spandau Ballet,
Niagra,
Khruangbin,
Blossom Toes,
The Star Department,
Smog,
Wings,
Spoonie Gee,
The Beau Brummels,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra,
The Selecter,
Mission of Burma,
Television,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Axelrod,
Eve St. Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yusef Lateef,
The Litter,
Avey Tare,
Trumans Water,
48th St. Collective,
the Sonics,
Zero Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Flipper,
EPMD,
Dorothy Ashby,
H. Thieme,
New York Dolls,
The Saints,
Magazine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Underground Resistance,
Scan 7,
E-Dancer,
Quando Quango,
Steve Hackett,
The Sonics,
Todd Terry,
Sixth Finger,
Loose Ends,
Kerri Chandler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warren Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Bauhaus,
Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Babytalk,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.