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 Djibouti and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Trumans Water to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Kevin Saunderson,
Josef K,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June Days,
Loose Ends,
Wings,
Marine Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Mad Mike,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
Letta Mbulu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dual Sessions,
Chris & Cosey,
Malaria!,
The Mojo Men,
The Smiths,
Ornette Coleman,
B.T. Express,
Junior Murvin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Smog,
Cluster,
OOIOO,
Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker,
New Order,
Curtis Mayfield,
R.M.O.,
Audionom,
Scrapy,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxy Music,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pylon,
Urselle,
The Raincoats,
AZ,
Absolute Body Control,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quando Quango,
The Saints,
Donny Hathaway,
The Five Americans,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mummies,
Erykah Badu,
Hardrive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Los Fastidios,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.