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 Slovakia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Lalo Schifrin to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Stiv Bators,
Public Enemy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sight & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deakin,
Au Pairs,
Bob Dylan,
Nas,
Roy Ayers,
Dave Gahan,
Eurythmics,
Mr. Review,
Ice-T,
Kurtis Blow,
Circle Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terry Callier,
Pantytec,
cv313,
Soft Machine,
The Count Five,
New Age Steppers,
The Music Machine,
Technova,
Connie Case,
Godley & Creme,
Reagan Youth,
Guru Guru,
The Pretty Things,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Womack,
David McCallum,
Laurel Aitken,
Television,
Bronski Beat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultravox,
Porter Ricks,
Zapp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Minnie Riperton,
Surgeon,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pole,
Underground Resistance,
Khruangbin,
The Gap Band,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.