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 Kuwait and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Sun City Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Desert Stars,
Hardrive,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Y Pants,
New Order,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-101,
Mandrill,
Eli Mardock,
Yusef Lateef,
Godley & Creme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Mills,
UT,
Angry Samoans,
Funkadelic,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül II,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dirtbombs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pretty Things,
Erykah Badu,
Tres Demented,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Moon,
The Moleskins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yellowson,
Andrew Hill,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick May,
Whodini,
The Skatalites,
Nirvana,
Quantec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABBA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boogie Down Productions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The J.B.'s,
Niagra,
The Wake,
Motorama,
The Fortunes,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.