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 Andorra and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Divine Comedy to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Scion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Absolute Body Control,
Aural Exciters,
KRS-One,
Cheater Slicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Neu!,
Dave Gahan,
New Order,
Davy DMX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlback,
Darondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Khruangbin,
Gichy Dan,
Byron Stingily,
The Invisible,
Mandrill,
Tom Boy,
Ponytail,
The Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Judy Mowatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Metal Thangz,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins,
Model 500,
Slave,
Fela Kuti,
Hashim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Sonics,
Malaria!,
Guru Guru,
DJ Style,
Supertramp,
Kaleidoscope,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Wells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Subhumans,
F. McDonald,
Surgeon,
Groovy Waters,
Easy Going,
The Wake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker,
Pantaleimon,
Main Source,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.