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 Argentina and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Robert Wyatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Reuben Wilson,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
Dead Boys,
Ludus,
Swans,
Mantronix,
Alison Limerick,
Chrome,
Schoolly D,
The Invisible,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bad Manners,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brothers Johnson,
Arthur Verocai,
Newcleus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Happenings,
Minutemen,
Marine Girls,
Pere Ubu,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Laurel Aitken,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Osbourne,
48th St. Collective,
Brass Construction,
Animal Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agent Orange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sound Behaviour,
X-101,
Davy DMX,
Jacob Miller,
the Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Hutcherson,
This Heat,
D'Angelo,
Mission of Burma,
The Young Rascals,
Marshall Jefferson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donald Byrd,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.