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 Liechtenstein and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the disco 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sam Rivers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amazonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Tom Boy,
The Barracudas,
The Pop Group,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Iggy Pop,
Piero Umiliani,
The Move,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick May,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Flag,
Animal Collective,
The Residents,
Grauzone,
Eddi Front,
Monks,
Agent Orange,
Lower 48,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q65,
One Last Wish,
The J.B.'s,
The Dead C,
T. Rex,
Darondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Quadrant,
Section 25,
June of 44,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantaleimon,
Depeche Mode,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül II,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Motions,
EPMD,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultra Naté,
Warren Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Morten Harket,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Hot Snakes,
The Invisible,
Lalann,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.