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 Niger and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Jerry's Kids to the dance 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Cymande,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young,
Josef K,
Franke,
Matthew Halsall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Can,
DJ Style,
The Misunderstood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Godley & Creme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun City Girls,
Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eli Mardock,
Rites of Spring,
Fatback Band,
X-101,
Bob Dylan,
Excepter,
Swell Maps,
Chris Corsano,
Althea and Donna,
The Five Americans,
Slick Rick,
John Lydon,
Glenn Branca,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Archie Shepp,
World's Most,
Moby Grape,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Selecter,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Order,
The Saints,
Zero Boys,
Gichy Dan,
New Age Steppers,
The Techniques,
Black Flag,
Alton Ellis,
Fat Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rod Modell,
Derrick Morgan,
Brick,
Eric Copeland,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brand Nubian,
The American Breed,
Freddie Wadling,
Aaron Thompson,
Cybotron,
Qualms,
Mr. Review,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.