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 Cape Verde and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Toasters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Evens,
Saccharine Trust,
The Red Krayola,
Lebanon Hanover,
Babytalk,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul II Soul,
Nico,
Subhumans,
CMW,
Iggy Pop,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vladislav Delay,
X-101,
Country Teasers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fluxion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Godley & Creme,
Max Romeo,
The Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hardrive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oblivians,
Dennis Brown,
Motorama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Starr,
MC5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Banda Bassotti,
Cameo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Darondo,
Pussy Galore,
the Germs,
The Gap Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Bar-Kays,
Rapeman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ituana,
The Buckinghams,
Kurtis Blow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Minor Threat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.