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 Sudan and from Bremen.
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 Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Sly & The Family Stone to the disco 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Green,
Fugazi,
The Music Machine,
Suicide,
Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
The Walker Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Television,
Oneida,
Tim Buckley,
The Doors,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Selecter,
Pierre Henry,
Public Enemy,
The Techniques,
X-102,
Prince Buster,
Hot Snakes,
Isaac Hayes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Style,
The Mojo Men,
The Star Department,
Supertramp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Associates,
Mad Mike,
The Smoke,
The Last Poets,
Marc Almond,
New Age Steppers,
Y Pants,
Drexciya,
Amazonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rufus Thomas,
The Victims,
The Cure,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Machine,
Essential Logic,
Quadrant,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Icehouse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Guru Guru,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deepchord,
Harry Pussy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Whodini,
Sixth Finger,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.