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 El Salvador and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Wasted Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Dead Boys,
Technova,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Terry,
Intrusion,
The Divine Comedy,
Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Mantronix,
Traffic Nightmare,
Letta Mbulu,
Essential Logic,
The Smoke,
The Golliwogs,
X-Ray Spex,
Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scan 7,
Soulsonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slick Rick,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monochrome Set,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cecil Taylor,
Brothers Johnson,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pere Ubu,
The Raincoats,
In Retrospect,
Lyres,
Patti Smith,
The United States of America,
Pagans,
Rotary Connection,
Yaz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Idris Muhammad,
Scratch Acid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Josef K,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fugs,
China Crisis,
Roger Hodgson,
Half Japanese,
Nick Fraelich,
Interpol,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young,
Delta 5,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.