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 Uruguay and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Half Japanese to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Max Romeo,
Skarface,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fugs,
Altered Images,
Matthew Halsall,
Pierre Henry,
The Fall,
Pole,
Mantronix,
Gang Green,
Ice-T,
Dave Gahan,
Minny Pops,
The Invisible,
Suburban Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick May,
Isaac Hayes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Görl,
Eric Copeland,
Rekid,
Liliput,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Smooth,
Black Pus,
Bluetip,
Anthony Braxton,
Easy Going,
UT,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Standells,
Scratch Acid,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brass Construction,
The Human League,
The Victims,
Man Parrish,
The Dead C,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siglo XX,
Godley & Creme,
The Motions,
The Happenings,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Moon,
Sam Rivers,
Q65,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angry Samoans,
Dual Sessions,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.