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 Vietnam and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eden Ahbez 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Half Japanese,
Technova,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Schoolly D,
Clear Light,
The Walker Brothers,
KRS-One,
The Index,
the Association,
Excepter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Loose Ends,
Cymande,
Eve St. Jones,
Nas,
James White and The Blacks,
Bronski Beat,
The Trojans,
Mad Mike,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Graham Central Station,
DNA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oneida,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Archie Shepp,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fortunes,
Television Personalities,
Mandrill,
Fear,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Organ,
The Gap Band,
Motorama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Pantaleimon,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Litter,
Au Pairs,
Audionom,
Shuggie Otis,
Q65,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Hood,
Rapeman,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.