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 Egypt and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Johnny Osbourne to the crunk 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
David McCallum,
Cheater Slicks,
Royal Trux,
Lou Christie,
Rites of Spring,
Yusef Lateef,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eli Mardock,
Q and Not U,
Chrome,
Swell Maps,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry's Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
This Heat,
Toni Rubio,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cal Tjader,
Josef K,
Harpers Bizarre,
Audionom,
Aloha Tigers,
The Associates,
The Durutti Column,
Black Flag,
Dual Sessions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sister Nancy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doors,
Subhumans,
Half Japanese,
Nils Olav,
The Leaves,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonic Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barry Ungar,
Quando Quango,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra,
The Divine Comedy,
Pere Ubu,
The Fuzztones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.