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 Bahrain and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Offenders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Royal Trux,
Barrington Levy,
Pole,
Tom Boy,
David Axelrod,
Desert Stars,
The Seeds,
June Days,
The Golliwogs,
Nik Kershaw,
10cc,
Yusef Lateef,
kango's stein massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Copeland,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warren Ellis,
Television,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Urselle,
The Slackers,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra,
Organ,
Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Echospace,
Scrapy,
Brass Construction,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pere Ubu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Residents,
Eve St. Jones,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker,
Jacob Miller,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris & Cosey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kevin Saunderson,
T.S.O.L.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harry Pussy,
Mantronix,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
EPMD,
Josef K,
The Divine Comedy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.