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 Benin and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 The Raincoats to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Black Pus,
Japan,
Rod Modell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Michelle Simonal,
The Last Poets,
Arcadia,
Visage,
Tropical Tobacco,
DNA,
Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Janne Schatter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pussy Galore,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dave Gahan,
Fela Kuti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rapeman,
The Dead C,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
Organ,
X-Ray Spex,
Flash Fearless,
K-Klass,
Sight & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
The Victims,
John Foxx,
the Bar-Kays,
Agitation Free,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Skatalites,
John Coltrane,
MDC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cameo,
Scientists,
the Association,
Jeru the Damaja,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Josef K,
Johnny Clarke,
June Days,
Stiv Bators,
Buzzcocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.