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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Fat Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Connie Case,
Rapeman,
Duran Duran,
Metal Thangz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lower 48,
Schoolly D,
The Toasters,
Ludus,
Bootsy Collins,
Moss Icon,
Eric Copeland,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Grass Roots,
Depeche Mode,
The Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Selecter,
The Last Poets,
Todd Terry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hardrive,
The Dead C,
The Mummies,
CMW,
Sister Nancy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Khruangbin,
Oneida,
Jeff Mills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marvin Gaye,
Desert Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Godley & Creme,
Wire,
Joyce Sims,
Stereo Dub,
Archie Shepp,
Section 25,
Mandrill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bauhaus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barrington Levy,
D'Angelo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Style,
8 Eyed Spy,
kango's stein massive,
In Retrospect,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Fraelich,
Chrome,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.