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 Uganda and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eddi Front to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Symarip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Guru Guru,
Sam Rivers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dawn Penn,
Erykah Badu,
Index,
The Index,
The Doors,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maleditus Sound,
Gong,
Pierre Henry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zapp,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Trojans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lindisfarne,
Interpol,
Nils Olav,
The Residents,
Bizarre Inc.,
FM Einheit,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arthur Verocai,
The Human League,
Joey Negro,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Durutti Column,
Lakeside,
Bush Tetras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pylon,
The Buckinghams,
Joyce Sims,
Deadbeat,
Althea and Donna,
Pole,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scion,
Toni Rubio,
Soul II Soul,
Iggy Pop,
Flash Fearless,
The Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
The American Breed,
Newcleus,
Cluster,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.