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 Cuba and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Youth Brigade to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Count Five,
Mr. Review,
Radiopuhelimet,
Circle Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
E-Dancer,
Babytalk,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Japan,
Second Layer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wally Richardson,
Excepter,
EPMD,
Kerri Chandler,
Siglo XX,
Chris & Cosey,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Womack,
Supertramp,
Eric Dolphy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Goldenarms,
Lungfish,
Alton Ellis,
Wire,
Youth Brigade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fugs,
The United States of America,
Tim Buckley,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Metal Thangz,
Hoover,
X-101,
Q65,
UT,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang On A Can,
Nico,
Sugar Minott,
Pylon,
Stereo Dub,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.