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 Algeria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Bad Manners,
The Gap Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Idris Muhammad,
Dark Day,
Public Enemy,
EPMD,
Fear,
Marmalade,
The Standells,
Neu!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Lynne,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Moon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Can,
The Last Poets,
Skarface,
The Durutti Column,
Little Man,
Animal Collective,
Harmonia,
The Gories,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
Tubeway Army,
Reuben Wilson,
Skriet,
Von Mondo,
The Skatalites,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blackbyrds,
Delta 5,
Tim Buckley,
Camberwell Now,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Halsall,
Negative Approach,
Surgeon,
Andrew Hill,
The Red Krayola,
Crooked Eye,
Niagra,
Jacques Brel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pussy Galore,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Parry Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Cybotron,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joey Negro,
Liliput,
Lower 48,
Flipper,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Technova,
The Wake,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.