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 Algeria and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Junior Murvin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Neu!,
Pierre Henry,
Urselle,
Underground Resistance,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Saints,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Flag,
Mission of Burma,
Tubeway Army,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Swans,
Negative Approach,
James White and The Blacks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gregory Isaacs,
Loose Ends,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pylon,
OOIOO,
Sonic Youth,
Animal Collective,
Pulsallama,
Camouflage,
Prince Buster,
The Black Dice,
Suicide,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Organ,
Flipper,
Arab on Radar,
David Bowie,
Supertramp,
The Red Krayola,
Aural Exciters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dawn Penn,
Procol Harum,
Kaleidoscope,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magma,
Soulsonic Force,
Tres Demented,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Womack,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Wyatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Massinfluence,
Moss Icon,
Nik Kershaw,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.