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 Brazil and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Move to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Terry Callier,
Todd Terry,
Sexual Harrassment,
New York Dolls,
Joensuu 1685,
Surgeon,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo,
John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
FM Einheit,
Cameo,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Mills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stiv Bators,
Gabor Szabo,
Ludus,
Matthew Bourne,
MC5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Finger,
China Crisis,
Aaron Thompson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boz Scaggs,
La Düsseldorf,
Harry Pussy,
Rapeman,
Sarah Menescal,
Guru Guru,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxy Music,
Babytalk,
Tres Demented,
Subhumans,
Bronski Beat,
The Saints,
Hashim,
Rosa Yemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tim Buckley,
Magazine,
The Misunderstood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
JFA,
The Vogues,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.