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 Guyana and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sixth Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Althea and Donna,
The Fall,
Mark Hollis,
Lightning Bolt,
Camberwell Now,
Stockholm Monsters,
Babytalk,
Cal Tjader,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Starr,
Eddi Front,
Shoche,
The Gun Club,
The Angels of Light,
The Kinks,
Warsaw,
Suicide,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Make Up,
Yusef Lateef,
Fat Boys,
Josef K,
Fear,
Pagans,
The Fire Engines,
Faust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Marmalade,
Visage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Youth Brigade,
Spandau Ballet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barrington Levy,
Arcadia,
World's Most,
The New Christs,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Almond,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skaos,
Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Knickerbockers,
The Misunderstood,
Magma,
Jeff Lynne,
Kas Product,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.