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 Iceland and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Bang On A Can to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Interpol,
Deakin,
Michelle Simonal,
Godley & Creme,
Brass Construction,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerri Chandler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eddi Front,
Fear,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
Symarip,
The Searchers,
the Normal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
The Remains,
Junior Murvin,
Quando Quango,
La Düsseldorf,
Infiniti,
Joy Division,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rapeman,
Terry Callier,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monochrome Set,
Nik Kershaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-101,
Unrelated Segments,
Susan Cadogan,
The Leaves,
Dead Boys,
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay,
Youth Brigade,
Anakelly,
Eric Dolphy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
The Smoke,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Hill,
The Selecter,
Skriet,
Arthur Verocai,
Half Japanese,
10cc,
Warsaw,
The Zeros,
Aural Exciters,
Inner City,
Mark Hollis,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.