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 Jamaica and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Jerry's Kids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Mr. Review,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fluxion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heaven 17,
David McCallum,
Vladislav Delay,
In Retrospect,
Mantronix,
Boredoms,
FM Einheit,
the Normal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ituana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tom Boy,
Amazonics,
Archie Shepp,
Ultra Naté,
Quando Quango,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Machine,
Mandrill,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Warsaw,
Idris Muhammad,
Flipper,
Bill Near,
Shoche,
Surgeon,
Au Pairs,
Tommy Roe,
Theoretical Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pretty Things,
Leonard Cohen,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Techniques,
The Durutti Column,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yaz,
Black Pus,
the Sonics,
Magazine,
Rotary Connection,
Jawbox,
Tres Demented,
Blossom Toes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kayak,
Junior Murvin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.