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 China and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Public Image Ltd. to the disco 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Deakin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q and Not U,
Mad Mike,
Blancmange,
Lalann,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Steve Hackett,
Ludus,
Outsiders,
Silicon Teens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Supertramp,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Count Five,
Basic Channel,
Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Sister Nancy,
Royal Trux,
The Index,
Joe Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Music Machine,
Hoover,
Rakim,
The Gladiators,
The Mojo Men,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tom Boy,
Japan,
Shuggie Otis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacob Miller,
Duran Duran,
Byron Stingily,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Wyatt,
Kayak,
Sparks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sarah Menescal,
Brass Construction,
the Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oblivians,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scan 7,
Idris Muhammad,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.