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 Rwanda and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Banda Bassotti to the techno 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix 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?
Joy Division,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mummies,
Easy Going,
cv313,
Neil Young,
The Victims,
Oneida,
Ohio Players,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül,
Prince Buster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Young Marble Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
L. Decosne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dead C,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül II,
Toni Rubio,
One Last Wish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erasure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slave,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q and Not U,
Arcadia,
X-102,
Vainqueur,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
Neu!,
Roger Hodgson,
X-Ray Spex,
Banda Bassotti,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang of Four,
Kerri Chandler,
The Tremeloes,
Boz Scaggs,
Dennis Brown,
Duran Duran,
La Düsseldorf,
Youth Brigade,
Lungfish,
The Neon Judgement,
Anthony Braxton,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.