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 Cameroon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Letta Mbulu to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Flash Fearless,
Jandek,
Eve St. Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fugs,
Television,
10cc,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yellowson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maleditus Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Model 500,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
Silicon Teens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smoke,
Faust,
Delta 5,
The Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
June of 44,
Jeff Mills,
Buzzcocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Davy DMX,
Colin Newman,
The Detroit Cobras,
UT,
Bill Wells,
Agitation Free,
Mission of Burma,
Maurizio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harmonia,
Carl Craig,
Basic Channel,
The Last Poets,
Sugar Minott,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiohead,
Popol Vuh,
Circle Jerks,
The Trojans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arcadia,
Index,
Masters at Work,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-101,
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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.