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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
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 clarinet 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
LL Cool J,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Neon Judgement,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead,
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas,
The Kinks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eve St. Jones,
Ken Boothe,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Can,
Yellowson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
Second Layer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sound,
Nico,
the Bar-Kays,
Maleditus Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sandy B,
The Index,
Little Man,
Magma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Loose Ends,
La Düsseldorf,
Crime,
Neu!,
Funky Four + One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alton Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Franke,
E-Dancer,
Alison Limerick,
Swell Maps,
Davy DMX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Joensuu 1685,
The Martian,
Camberwell Now,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Electric Prunes,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.