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 Zambia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Make Up,
Tom Boy,
Bang On A Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Style,
Panda Bear,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Starr,
Dead Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Tubeway Army,
Man Parrish,
Ronan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Young Marble Giants,
Deadbeat,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonic Youth,
Symarip,
The Invisible,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Mandrill,
Royal Trux,
Skriet,
Malaria!,
Warren Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Henry Cow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Rundgren,
Mr. Review,
Bad Manners,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anakelly,
Trumans Water,
Ralphi Rosario,
The New Christs,
Roxy Music,
Tears for Fears,
The Standells,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deakin,
Hashim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jandek,
Popol Vuh,
Minny Pops,
Dual Sessions,
The Fuzztones,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lindisfarne,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.