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 Namibia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Traffic Nightmare to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Loose Ends,
Minny Pops,
The Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Newcleus,
Jandek,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Morten Harket,
The Remains,
Skaos,
Bronski Beat,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Certain Ratio,
F. McDonald,
Quando Quango,
Yazoo,
These Immortal Souls,
Unrelated Segments,
The Standells,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
Faust,
Mission of Burma,
The Buckinghams,
Tim Buckley,
The Monochrome Set,
Circle Jerks,
Boredoms,
Grauzone,
The Barracudas,
Rekid,
Shoche,
Aaron Thompson,
the Human League,
The Skatalites,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronan,
Hoover,
The Real Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
New York Dolls,
Popol Vuh,
June of 44,
Dawn Penn,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ice-T,
John Lydon,
Pylon,
Depeche Mode,
Roger Hodgson,
Terry Callier,
Arthur Verocai,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Coltrane,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.