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 Nauru and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Althea and Donna to the grunge 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Halsall,
Aaron Thompson,
Alison Limerick,
Letta Mbulu,
A Certain Ratio,
Isaac Hayes,
New York Dolls,
The Gap Band,
The Gladiators,
The Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
James White and The Blacks,
Brand Nubian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deakin,
Minutemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amazonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Porter Ricks,
Yazoo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Nirvana,
Au Pairs,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers,
Delta 5,
The Blackbyrds,
The Blues Magoos,
John Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mars,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scion,
New Age Steppers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül II,
Clear Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Das Ding,
Shoche,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aural Exciters,
Japan,
Black Moon,
Sparks,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.