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 Nigeria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Blues Magoos to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dead Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Patti Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moleskins,
Erasure,
Man Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Young Marble Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Faust,
Roy Ayers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Raincoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Halsall,
The Martian,
The Cowsills,
Bluetip,
Amazonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yaz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Kinks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Grey Daturas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Supertramp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Max Romeo,
Lyres,
R.M.O.,
John Lydon,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cramps,
Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Christie,
The Red Krayola,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barrington Levy,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Axelrod,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Audionom,
Brass Construction,
Eden Ahbez,
This Heat,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.