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 Grenada and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Jeff Mills to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Kas Product,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q65,
Lyres,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eve St. Jones,
Goldenarms,
Lalann,
Mo-Dettes,
Rosa Yemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monks,
Soft Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rites of Spring,
Rufus Thomas,
Skaos,
Tim Buckley,
The Blues Magoos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crash Course in Science,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terry Callier,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronan,
Suicide,
The Dead C,
Danielle Patucci,
Au Pairs,
Masters at Work,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blake Baxter,
The Modern Lovers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Vogues,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Junior Murvin,
Royal Trux,
Graham Central Station,
Alison Limerick,
The Slackers,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABC,
Animal Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Normal,
Henry Cow,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Mills,
Cecil Taylor,
Stiv Bators,
AZ,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.