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 Gambia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Cheater Slicks to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
DJ Sneak,
Archie Shepp,
Dead Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The J.B.'s,
U.S. Maple,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roger Hodgson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang On A Can,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
Liliput,
Kayak,
Sun City Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Isaac Hayes,
Dennis Brown,
Howard Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Lower 48,
OOIOO,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
Blancmange,
Negative Approach,
Marvin Gaye,
Lindisfarne,
Roxette,
Jandek,
The Saints,
Toni Rubio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quantec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-Ray Spex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Starr,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gun Club,
Erasure,
Cal Tjader,
Flash Fearless,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sandy B,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agent Orange,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantaleimon,
Harry Pussy,
Ossler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cheater Slicks,
Unwound,
Minny Pops,
Anthony Braxton,
Dark Day,
Fela Kuti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.