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 Iceland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Underground Resistance,
Graham Central Station,
The Blackbyrds,
Ludus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Smog,
Accadde A,
DJ Style,
Yazoo,
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Bob Dylan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Axelrod,
Harmonia,
The Gories,
Pierre Henry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joey Negro,
Black Sheep,
Zero Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oneida,
Reuben Wilson,
Dave Gahan,
Quantec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Connie Case,
June Days,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slick Rick,
John Cale,
Boredoms,
Mad Mike,
Brass Construction,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yellowson,
Whodini,
Soulsonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
The Evens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dead C,
Interpol,
The Slackers,
Hardrive,
Unwound,
The Cure,
Neil Young,
Tommy Roe,
Blossom Toes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Easy Going,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.