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 Papua New Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Bad Manners,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Franke,
Harpers Bizarre,
48th St. Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Harry Pussy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scan 7,
Al Stewart,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Hill,
F. McDonald,
The Techniques,
Inner City,
Outsiders,
Second Layer,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moody Blues,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Evens,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fuzztones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Near,
Nik Kershaw,
Das Ding,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick Morgan,
OOIOO,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fall,
Althea and Donna,
The Angels of Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Japan,
Fela Kuti,
Tom Boy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vainqueur,
EPMD,
Accadde A,
Bush Tetras,
The Knickerbockers,
Dave Gahan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonny Sharrock,
PIL,
Procol Harum,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.