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 Czech Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bush Tetras to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks 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 dance 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Anthony Braxton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sixth Finger,
China Crisis,
The Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fela Kuti,
CMW,
The New Christs,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anakelly,
Black Sheep,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
PIL,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fortunes,
Lungfish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Al Stewart,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Patti Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Grass Roots,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Pulsallama,
Minor Threat,
Robert Hood,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Clear Light,
Slave,
Nirvana,
La Düsseldorf,
Boredoms,
FM Einheit,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sex Pistols,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Whodini,
Angry Samoans,
Wire,
Duran Duran,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy Collins,
Eurythmics,
Peter and Kerry,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.