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 Peru and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Junior Murvin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Loose Ends,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Fugazi,
Johnny Clarke,
Fluxion,
Joensuu 1685,
Can,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Hill,
Q and Not U,
Drexciya,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
The Buckinghams,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Womack,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suicide,
Wally Richardson,
Soul II Soul,
Mo-Dettes,
Stereo Dub,
Absolute Body Control,
Excepter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Patti Smith,
Marine Girls,
Skaos,
Mark Hollis,
The Monochrome Set,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
kango's stein massive,
Mantronix,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultra Naté,
Moby Grape,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ornette Coleman,
The Beau Brummels,
The Toasters,
Tim Buckley,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Whodini,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Happenings,
Black Moon,
Underground Resistance,
Albert Ayler,
Rod Modell,
Joe Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Joyce Sims,
Chrome,
Unwound,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.