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 Madagascar and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gabor Szabo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a theremin and a marimba 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Absolute Body Control,
Rosa Yemen,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantaleimon,
Radiohead,
Camberwell Now,
John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
KRS-One,
Brothers Johnson,
a-ha,
Reagan Youth,
Hot Snakes,
The Invisible,
Letta Mbulu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Whodini,
cv313,
Scrapy,
Maurizio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blake Baxter,
Brass Construction,
Jacques Brel,
Wasted Youth,
The Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joy Division,
Terrestrial Tones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sonics,
Suicide,
The Young Rascals,
The Buckinghams,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MC5,
The Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Lungfish,
The Barracudas,
FM Einheit,
Maleditus Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Dead Boys,
Loose Ends,
10cc,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lightning Bolt,
New York Dolls,
Newcleus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warsaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.