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 Fiji and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Technova,
Hoover,
The Kinks,
the Slits,
The Gladiators,
Henry Cow,
Juan Atkins,
Liliput,
Kas Product,
JFA,
MDC,
Black Moon,
Lightning Bolt,
The Star Department,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Saints,
The Buckinghams,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joy Division,
Babytalk,
Infiniti,
PIL,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Dolphy,
Fela Kuti,
Chrome,
Cymande,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantaleimon,
The Standells,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Flag,
Brothers Johnson,
Isaac Hayes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Evens,
Q65,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Underground Resistance,
The United States of America,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joey Negro,
Crime,
Fugazi,
Swell Maps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Litter,
Chris & Cosey,
Arcadia,
Altered Images,
David Axelrod,
Groovy Waters,
Maleditus Sound,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.