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 Haiti and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Carl Craig,
Essential Logic,
T. Rex,
The Star Department,
Boredoms,
Blossom Toes,
Unwound,
Dual Sessions,
The Zeros,
The Black Dice,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faraquet,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABC,
Parry Music,
Blake Baxter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spoonie Gee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
OOIOO,
Surgeon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pagans,
Television Personalities,
Aural Exciters,
Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick May,
Los Fastidios,
Flash Fearless,
Eve St. Jones,
Swell Maps,
Infiniti,
Arab on Radar,
Lungfish,
Hasil Adkins,
The Buckinghams,
The Divine Comedy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Zero Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Trumans Water,
Radiohead,
Harmonia,
Delta 5,
Barbara Tucker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonic Youth,
John Cale,
Monks,
The Mojo Men,
Qualms,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.