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 Switzerland and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 The New Christs to the grime 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
KRS-One,
Moby Grape,
Porter Ricks,
Colin Newman,
Joe Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camberwell Now,
Gichy Dan,
Excepter,
Slick Rick,
Hardrive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Nils Olav,
Skaos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Bananas,
Drive Like Jehu,
E-Dancer,
Archie Shepp,
Visage,
The Toasters,
La Düsseldorf,
The Associates,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Count Five,
The Music Machine,
Ludus,
Max Romeo,
Al Stewart,
Judy Mowatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Wyatt,
Deakin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fugs,
The Doors,
The Mojo Men,
Ten City,
Sugar Minott,
Reagan Youth,
Ossler,
Eurythmics,
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The New Christs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June Days,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Severed Heads,
X-101,
X-Ray Spex,
The American Breed,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.