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 Vietnam and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
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 snare 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 Ludus to the rap 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Scion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harry Pussy,
UT,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pretty Things,
Nils Olav,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fear,
F. McDonald,
JFA,
The Real Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Clear Light,
The Slackers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gladiators,
Lakeside,
The Grass Roots,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Copeland,
Bang On A Can,
Grey Daturas,
Swans,
LL Cool J,
The Index,
Interpol,
Reagan Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Erasure,
The Vogues,
Second Layer,
E-Dancer,
Ossler,
Fatback Band,
The Human League,
AZ,
Yusef Lateef,
Brick,
Suicide,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doobie Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deadbeat,
Delta 5,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Kinks,
Oneida,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.