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 New Zealand and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Jeru the Damaja to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suburban Knight,
The Star Department,
The Blues Magoos,
KRS-One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Groovy Waters,
Youth Brigade,
Simply Red,
Procol Harum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marmalade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Negative Approach,
Barrington Levy,
Max Romeo,
Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
David Axelrod,
The Knickerbockers,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brick,
The Dirtbombs,
Liliput,
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wings,
Pagans,
Tears for Fears,
Symarip,
The Slits,
Royal Trux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q and Not U,
The Grass Roots,
Glenn Branca,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
The American Breed,
Peter and Kerry,
Blossom Toes,
Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Half Japanese,
The Velvet Underground,
The Index,
Sun Ra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Real Kids,
Ohio Players,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Zeros,
the Association,
Lou Reed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boredoms,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.