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 Benin and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Barrington Levy,
Reagan Youth,
Pantytec,
Sugar Minott,
Hardrive,
Gang of Four,
Mantronix,
Nils Olav,
The Dirtbombs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Neon Judgement,
New Age Steppers,
Intrusion,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Make Up,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thompson Twins,
Tubeway Army,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
PIL,
Sarah Menescal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Count Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New York Dolls,
Q and Not U,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Litter,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
The Motions,
Black Moon,
Fad Gadget,
Tears for Fears,
Sex Pistols,
Brothers Johnson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wasted Youth,
The Moleskins,
A Certain Ratio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Technova,
Rekid,
Sonic Youth,
Carl Craig,
Panda Bear,
The Beau Brummels,
Pylon,
Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.