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 Antigua and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the crunk 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonic Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Blossom Toes,
Soul II Soul,
Negative Approach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare,
R.M.O.,
David McCallum,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Newcleus,
The Leaves,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultra Naté,
Harmonia,
the Germs,
Fear,
Reuben Wilson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Hill,
LL Cool J,
Monks,
Smog,
The Knickerbockers,
The Red Krayola,
The Litter,
Connie Case,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Silicon Teens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
Anthony Braxton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Model 500,
The Moleskins,
Duran Duran,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suburban Knight,
PIL,
Hasil Adkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Rundgren,
kango's stein massive,
Circle Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Franke,
John Lydon,
JFA,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.