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 Burundi and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grass Roots to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Tres Demented,
Marine Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alphaville,
the Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Wasted Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Searchers,
This Heat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
John Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rosa Yemen,
Faraquet,
Joyce Sims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Duran Duran,
Essential Logic,
Brand Nubian,
Letta Mbulu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
Pagans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donald Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
MC5,
Khruangbin,
Camouflage,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Bananas,
Goldenarms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Machine,
Vainqueur,
Man Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
The Real Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Aswad,
Chris & Cosey,
Skaos,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Franke,
Charles Mingus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Motions,
The Music Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Sherman,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.