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 Chile and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Simply Red,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Coltrane,
Parry Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q and Not U,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pierre Henry,
Subhumans,
Bobby Womack,
Mo-Dettes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Evens,
Infiniti,
The Doors,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harry Pussy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q65,
The Techniques,
X-Ray Spex,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lakeside,
The Dead C,
The Remains,
Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
B.T. Express,
Warsaw,
Talk Talk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Excepter,
10cc,
Ice-T,
Black Moon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABC,
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
Symarip,
Warren Ellis,
Ten City,
Radiohead,
Mars,
Letta Mbulu,
The Real Kids,
The Zeros,
Crooked Eye,
Tears for Fears,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moebius,
Banda Bassotti,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grauzone,
Second Layer,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.