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 Mali and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
E-Dancer,
Crime,
Joyce Sims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glenn Branca,
The Slits,
Liliput,
Lower 48,
The Pop Group,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Fad Gadget,
Black Flag,
The Count Five,
Aural Exciters,
David Bowie,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers,
Adolescents,
Model 500,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiohead,
The Modern Lovers,
The Skatalites,
A Certain Ratio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Smog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young,
Lalann,
Fat Boys,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ten City,
The Cure,
Dennis Brown,
Technova,
Mr. Review,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stetsasonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Fatback Band,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül,
Bill Wells,
The Vogues,
Symarip,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Germs,
Josef K,
Scrapy,
Derrick Morgan,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.