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 Indonesia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Anakelly 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Stereo Dub,
Parry Music,
Charles Mingus,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül,
Lee Hazlewood,
Susan Cadogan,
Von Mondo,
In Retrospect,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Gerry Rafferty,
Iggy Pop,
Slick Rick,
AZ,
Warren Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed,
Accadde A,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves,
Public Enemy,
Shuggie Otis,
Khruangbin,
Gang Green,
B.T. Express,
The Smoke,
Sparks,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Oblivians,
The New Christs,
Gang of Four,
Babytalk,
Josef K,
MDC,
Jeff Mills,
Loose Ends,
Tres Demented,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra,
Pharoah Sanders,
H. Thieme,
Bob Dylan,
Barry Ungar,
Scion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vainqueur,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Stooges,
Fatback Band,
Amazonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Halsall,
Nils Olav,
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.