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 Benin and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
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 clarinet 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
The Victims,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dennis Brown,
Black Sheep,
Scan 7,
Rufus Thomas,
The Motions,
Little Man,
Aaron Thompson,
Smog,
Bronski Beat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Royal Trux,
Rod Modell,
Cluster,
Terry Callier,
Gang Starr,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
Dawn Penn,
Joey Negro,
June of 44,
Carl Craig,
Organ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fall,
The Standells,
48th St. Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Josef K,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joy Division,
The Mojo Men,
B.T. Express,
The Black Dice,
kango's stein massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Bananas,
New York Dolls,
New Order,
Adolescents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roger Hodgson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Infiniti,
The Invisible,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tubeway Army,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül II,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.