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 Tajikistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 L. Decosne to the crunk 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Loose Ends,
The Smoke,
DJ Style,
Albert Ayler,
Dennis Brown,
JFA,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Near,
Fela Kuti,
Desert Stars,
Flipper,
Audionom,
Kas Product,
Youth Brigade,
Glenn Branca,
The Grass Roots,
Ponytail,
In Retrospect,
Chris Corsano,
Grey Daturas,
June of 44,
Marshall Jefferson,
Newcleus,
One Last Wish,
Stetsasonic,
B.T. Express,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eden Ahbez,
Prince Buster,
The Raincoats,
K-Klass,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blake Baxter,
Reagan Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Minutemen,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zero Boys,
Khruangbin,
Mission of Burma,
Brothers Johnson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Walker Brothers,
Cluster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Procol Harum,
Bush Tetras,
Nico,
The Vogues,
Robert Görl,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.