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 Equatorial Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vainqueur to the techno 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Iggy Pop,
Adolescents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Görl,
Gichy Dan,
The Saints,
Mr. Review,
L. Decosne,
Blancmange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Axelrod,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ohio Players,
DJ Style,
Davy DMX,
The Tremeloes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül II,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker,
Todd Terry,
The Names,
Stetsasonic,
Ken Boothe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minutemen,
June Days,
Reagan Youth,
Al Stewart,
Bang On A Can,
Icehouse,
Inner City,
Judy Mowatt,
Von Mondo,
Flash Fearless,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Hood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Trumans Water,
Lower 48,
The Smoke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Susan Cadogan,
Jawbox,
Bobby Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
cv313,
Country Teasers,
Vladislav Delay,
Basic Channel,
Agent Orange,
Freddie Wadling,
Visage,
DJ Sneak,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.