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 Brunei and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Andrew Hill to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Ronan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cramps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter & Gordon,
Parry Music,
Index,
Ponytail,
Talk Talk,
Jawbox,
Henry Cow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound,
H. Thieme,
Pierre Henry,
The Fall,
Carl Craig,
Nick Fraelich,
Pet Shop Boys,
Darondo,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Smog,
The Neon Judgement,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Sneak,
Goldenarms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Residents,
Moby Grape,
Siglo XX,
The Invisible,
Crash Course in Science,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Angels of Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moss Icon,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
The Divine Comedy,
Anthony Braxton,
Blossom Toes,
Procol Harum,
Don Cherry,
Erasure,
Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.