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 Cuba and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Rotary Connection to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gong,
Accadde A,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter and Kerry,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers,
Ituana,
Sandy B,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Newcleus,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalann,
Magazine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Near,
Joyce Sims,
The Gap Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare,
Barrington Levy,
Arab on Radar,
The Count Five,
Simply Red,
Banda Bassotti,
Charles Mingus,
Minor Threat,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cowsills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nils Olav,
Bang On A Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neu!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
Flipper,
The Skatalites,
The Pop Group,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hot Snakes,
Fad Gadget,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlback,
JFA,
Marmalade,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moebius,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.