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 Bulgaria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DJ Sneak to the rap 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Move,
Lower 48,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Star Department,
Charles Mingus,
Minor Threat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
Section 25,
These Immortal Souls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barrington Levy,
Audionom,
DJ Sneak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Isaac Hayes,
the Normal,
Public Enemy,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yaz,
Von Mondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Young Rascals,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terry Callier,
Oneida,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brass Construction,
Au Pairs,
Soulsonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Amazonics,
Popol Vuh,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rites of Spring,
Moby Grape,
The Modern Lovers,
Swans,
Faust,
Can,
The Pop Group,
Dual Sessions,
Eden Ahbez,
Fatback Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Model 500,
Piero Umiliani,
Stiv Bators,
The Kinks,
Slick Rick,
Wire,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.