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 Jordan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Alison Limerick to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hot Snakes,
EPMD,
John Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Livin' Joy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Main Source,
Oneida,
Alphaville,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
JFA,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Max Romeo,
Bush Tetras,
Janne Schatter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Techniques,
Dead Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
PIL,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker,
Sandy B,
The Doors,
Sixth Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Marine Girls,
Basic Channel,
The Invisible,
Warsaw,
kango's stein massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
The Pretty Things,
Cameo,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magma,
Gang Starr,
Lower 48,
Sugar Minott,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Busters,
Supertramp,
Robert Wyatt,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.