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 Congo and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Derrick May to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minor Threat,
Blancmange,
June Days,
Sun City Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Mark Hollis,
Sex Pistols,
Ken Boothe,
kango's stein massive,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker,
Juan Atkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Lucky Dragons,
Ponytail,
Shoche,
Fatback Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Byrd,
David Bowie,
Boz Scaggs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris & Cosey,
Essential Logic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deepchord,
JFA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Almond,
Excepter,
The Invisible,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Scion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül,
John Foxx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Wyatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick Morgan,
Sparks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.