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 Pakistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Dual Sessions to the disco 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zero Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zapp,
Pantaleimon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Human League,
Desert Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
AZ,
Minnie Riperton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Axelrod,
The Associates,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Red Krayola,
Rotary Connection,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Terry,
Country Teasers,
Bang On A Can,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Groovy Waters,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Wells,
Soulsonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dark Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-102,
Whodini,
Half Japanese,
Ten City,
Angry Samoans,
The Kinks,
Visage,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Bananas,
Delon & Dalcan,
China Crisis,
Severed Heads,
Boogie Down Productions,
EPMD,
Kas Product,
Mark Hollis,
Mandrill,
The Dead C,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Martian,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.