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 Indonesia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Sandy B to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Remains,
Los Fastidios,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
Bronski Beat,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Patti Smith,
Howard Jones,
F. McDonald,
Jacob Miller,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
Livin' Joy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Trojans,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-101,
Faust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minutemen,
Terry Callier,
Isaac Hayes,
the Bar-Kays,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
K-Klass,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Flag,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Selecter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Inner City,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lakeside,
The Raincoats,
Slave,
Roger Hodgson,
New Order,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moss Icon,
The Neon Judgement,
Ornette Coleman,
Popol Vuh,
Royal Trux,
Marshall Jefferson,
This Heat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Pus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lower 48,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agitation Free,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.