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 Eritrea and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grime 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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Radiohead,
Schoolly D,
Tim Buckley,
Kenny Larkin,
The Move,
Agitation Free,
The Vogues,
The Velvet Underground,
The Selecter,
Eddi Front,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Altered Images,
Harry Pussy,
Unrelated Segments,
Juan Atkins,
Ultra Naté,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Pagans,
X-102,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Metal Thangz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
China Crisis,
DJ Sneak,
Loose Ends,
The Seeds,
DNA,
Sun City Girls,
Minutemen,
Junior Murvin,
Cluster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slave,
Nas,
Unwound,
Quantec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alison Limerick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magazine,
Skaos,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Letta Mbulu,
Janne Schatter,
Groovy Waters,
Simply Red,
Motorama,
The Music Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Brass Construction,
R.M.O.,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.