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 France 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Yaz,
48th St. Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Ituana,
John Lydon,
One Last Wish,
10cc,
Kenny Larkin,
Drexciya,
Theoretical Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cecil Taylor,
Wings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harmonia,
World's Most,
Urselle,
The Divine Comedy,
AZ,
Harry Pussy,
The Misunderstood,
KRS-One,
Chris Corsano,
The Detroit Cobras,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Maleditus Sound,
Mr. Review,
Aural Exciters,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hasil Adkins,
Saccharine Trust,
Leonard Cohen,
Altered Images,
David Axelrod,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Grass Roots,
the Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Near,
Nico,
Oblivians,
Agitation Free,
The Buckinghams,
cv313,
Y Pants,
The Dirtbombs,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Simply Red,
Surgeon,
Ronan,
Accadde A,
Minny Pops,
The Neon Judgement,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.