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 Ethiopia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Last Poets to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Minutemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cybotron,
Scrapy,
X-102,
D'Angelo,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cluster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Clarke,
The Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vainqueur,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cal Tjader,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Outsiders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Technova,
Susan Cadogan,
Circle Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Ituana,
Japan,
Sonic Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slits,
Joey Negro,
DNA,
The Smiths,
Grauzone,
T. Rex,
The Barracudas,
The J.B.'s,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
H. Thieme,
Saccharine Trust,
Pole,
Brand Nubian,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mission of Burma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pussy Galore,
the Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Surgeon,
Hot Snakes,
The Searchers,
Donald Byrd,
Second Layer,
Popol Vuh,
Porter Ricks,
Harmonia,
Anakelly,
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.