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 Eritrea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 Man Parrish to the grime 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Joy Division,
Pierre Henry,
Howard Jones,
Henry Cow,
Gabor Szabo,
Joensuu 1685,
Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Andrew Hill,
Yaz,
Sällskapet,
UT,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick May,
The Fuzztones,
Bluetip,
Arab on Radar,
Hardrive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Music Machine,
Chrome,
The Misunderstood,
DNA,
Loose Ends,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy Collins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Sheep,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barry Ungar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Malaria!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Technova,
Gang of Four,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter and Kerry,
the Swans,
Fatback Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Raincoats,
Fluxion,
The Smoke,
U.S. Maple,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Halsall,
Dave Gahan,
Panda Bear,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delon & Dalcan,
Das Ding,
The Monks,
Mantronix,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.