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 Costa Rica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flesh Eaters to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Warren Ellis,
The Smoke,
Yellowson,
Bob Dylan,
Slick Rick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Juan Atkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
In Retrospect,
Silicon Teens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flash Fearless,
Junior Murvin,
Roxy Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MC5,
Jeff Lynne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Iggy Pop,
Lyres,
Fugazi,
Funky Four + One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacob Miller,
Kerri Chandler,
Main Source,
Moby Grape,
Gang of Four,
The Remains,
Camouflage,
The Dead C,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Wake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maurizio,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed,
Organ,
Black Pus,
Camberwell Now,
Brand Nubian,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moebius,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronan,
Todd Terry,
CMW,
JFA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
UT,
Donny Hathaway,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cure,
Bill Wells,
the Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Wasted Youth,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.