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 Armenia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Fear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Coltrane,
Hashim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pylon,
Inner City,
Los Fastidios,
Mark Hollis,
Essential Logic,
Funky Four + One,
June of 44,
Brothers Johnson,
Nils Olav,
Lower 48,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Music Machine,
Blancmange,
Charles Mingus,
The Dead C,
Audionom,
Terrestrial Tones,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Copeland,
Stiv Bators,
Supertramp,
John Foxx,
The Moody Blues,
Urselle,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Litter,
Scrapy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Excepter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quando Quango,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris & Cosey,
Joy Division,
Hasil Adkins,
The Raincoats,
DNA,
The Modern Lovers,
The Standells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Knickerbockers,
X-102,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Lynne,
Erasure,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers,
Hardrive,
The Cure,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.