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 Denmark and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the techno 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
OOIOO,
The American Breed,
Glenn Branca,
Lakeside,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Don Cherry,
Al Stewart,
Jacques Brel,
Michelle Simonal,
Alice Coltrane,
Second Layer,
Joy Division,
Yusef Lateef,
Fad Gadget,
Ituana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pop Group,
Warren Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gong,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Görl,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sarah Menescal,
Angry Samoans,
The Skatalites,
Wally Richardson,
Sight & Sound,
Dead Boys,
D'Angelo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Los Fastidios,
Nik Kershaw,
New Order,
Bobby Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Rundgren,
The Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
Unrelated Segments,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
E-Dancer,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra,
Duran Duran,
Blancmange,
Althea and Donna,
cv313,
Kerrie Biddell,
Panda Bear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.