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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
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 synthesizer 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 Joe Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soulsonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Scan 7,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gladiators,
Lower 48,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Birthday Party,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Skatalites,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scrapy,
Donny Hathaway,
JFA,
The Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Erasure,
Altered Images,
Bobbi Humphrey,
KRS-One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Urselle,
The Invisible,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Names,
Deepchord,
the Association,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül,
Ituana,
R.M.O.,
Sam Rivers,
Agent Orange,
Fat Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Marmalade,
Soul II Soul,
Black Bananas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Martian,
Outsiders,
Groovy Waters,
Interpol,
Josef K,
Boz Scaggs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gichy Dan,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pop Group,
The Star Department,
B.T. Express,
The Detroit Cobras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Angels of Light,
Wolf Eyes,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.