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 Guinea-Bissau and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats 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?
Television,
Fatback Band,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pretty Things,
Girls At Our Best!,
Archie Shepp,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantytec,
Deepchord,
T. Rex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Half Japanese,
X-101,
Joyce Sims,
Sonic Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wings,
Rufus Thomas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Junior Murvin,
Erasure,
Kas Product,
Sandy B,
The Count Five,
Josef K,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crash Course in Science,
The Searchers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barry Ungar,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers,
Yaz,
New York Dolls,
Japan,
Mission of Burma,
Stockholm Monsters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantaleimon,
Talk Talk,
Derrick Morgan,
Niagra,
Colin Newman,
Trumans Water,
The Dirtbombs,
Buzzcocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agitation Free,
Eddi Front,
Sam Rivers,
Parry Music,
Arab on Radar,
The Pop Group,
Soul II Soul,
Alice Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.