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 Yemen and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Residents to the jazz 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Foxx,
Roxette,
Rakim,
The Gories,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vainqueur,
Rapeman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suicide,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Interpol,
The Motions,
Trumans Water,
La Düsseldorf,
Skaos,
Parry Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Excepter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Howard Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Animal Collective,
Roxy Music,
The Stooges,
Ossler,
The Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Moon,
Arthur Verocai,
Charles Mingus,
Sandy B,
Bronski Beat,
The Velvet Underground,
Buzzcocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter and Kerry,
Tommy Roe,
Juan Atkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dual Sessions,
Arab on Radar,
The Dirtbombs,
Brass Construction,
Quadrant,
Kenny Larkin,
Swans,
The Selecter,
Joy Division,
cv313,
The Litter,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Clarke,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.