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 Suriname and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Duran Duran to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Eyeless In Gaza,
PIL,
Crime,
Joe Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Drexciya,
Scion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Henry Cow,
Skarface,
Inner City,
The Trojans,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
Pylon,
Outsiders,
Sarah Menescal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thee Headcoats,
Skriet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hashim,
Cymande,
Patti Smith,
Soft Machine,
Dead Boys,
Visage,
Scientists,
The Blues Magoos,
The Zeros,
Jawbox,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bauhaus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Easy Going,
Lou Christie,
Eden Ahbez,
Sparks,
Donald Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Ken Boothe,
Sugar Minott,
Oblivians,
Ultra Naté,
Masters at Work,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacob Miller,
Ituana,
The Last Poets,
T.S.O.L.,
The Divine Comedy,
Second Layer,
James White and The Blacks,
EPMD,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eve St. Jones,
Q and Not U,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.