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 Djibouti and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Salvador and Tehran.
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 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 the Slits to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Martian,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter and Kerry,
Scientists,
Massinfluence,
Brand Nubian,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yusef Lateef,
Cybotron,
F. McDonald,
Reuben Wilson,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Vogues,
ABC,
Young Marble Giants,
New York Dolls,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick May,
Audionom,
Scrapy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Isaac Hayes,
Make Up,
Gabor Szabo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Saints,
Sun Ra,
The Raincoats,
MC5,
Dennis Brown,
Soulsonic Force,
Gong,
Eric Dolphy,
Suburban Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Animal Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Terry,
The Angels of Light,
The Mojo Men,
Shoche,
Junior Murvin,
The Cramps,
T. Rex,
Janne Schatter,
The Selecter,
Eddi Front,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Mr. Review,
Mantronix,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rosa Yemen,
Organ,
Simply Red,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.