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 Thailand and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
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 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 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 Spandau Ballet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Yellowson,
James White and The Blacks,
Babytalk,
The Monochrome Set,
Groovy Waters,
Altered Images,
Fela Kuti,
Trumans Water,
Ice-T,
Delta 5,
Sound Behaviour,
Camouflage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Brothers Johnson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scientists,
Mandrill,
Moebius,
The Velvet Underground,
Yusef Lateef,
Au Pairs,
Oblivians,
Suburban Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter and Kerry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Colin Newman,
June Days,
Kerrie Biddell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agitation Free,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Joey Negro,
Porter Ricks,
Laurel Aitken,
John Coltrane,
T. Rex,
The American Breed,
Scion,
Stereo Dub,
Blancmange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Lynne,
Rotary Connection,
Drexciya,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The New Christs,
Shoche,
The Associates,
The Star Department,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.