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 Oman and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Funkadelic to the rock 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fire Engines,
World's Most,
The Electric Prunes,
Index,
Max Romeo,
Television Personalities,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cameo,
Graham Central Station,
Television,
The Stooges,
Suicide,
Grauzone,
The Searchers,
Jandek,
Sight & Sound,
Adolescents,
the Normal,
The Monks,
Sällskapet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Michelle Simonal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crooked Eye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rekid,
Scientists,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arcadia,
The Gap Band,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed,
Schoolly D,
Accadde A,
Moebius,
Iggy Pop,
Bluetip,
Ralphi Rosario,
Depeche Mode,
Half Japanese,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gories,
Joy Division,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Ludus,
The Pretty Things,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Wyatt,
AZ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harmonia,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.