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 East Timor and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 OOIOO to the techno 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
This Heat,
Outsiders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
One Last Wish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Clear Light,
Deakin,
Crime,
Audionom,
The Victims,
Q65,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispian St. Peters,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Halsall,
The Busters,
Rekid,
Basic Channel,
Derrick Morgan,
James White and The Blacks,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Smog,
Juan Atkins,
Jacques Brel,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Evens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Tubeway Army,
Ludus,
Motorama,
Jacob Miller,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ice-T,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxette,
Sparks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pole,
Sister Nancy,
The Modern Lovers,
Suburban Knight,
X-102,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.