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 Nepal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
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 oboe 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 Cecil Taylor to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Christie,
Yusef Lateef,
The Motions,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
U.S. Maple,
Little Man,
Rotary Connection,
Frankie Knuckles,
Judy Mowatt,
Mr. Review,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Style,
Second Layer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Camouflage,
Simply Red,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Osbourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Supertramp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Patti Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
Marvin Gaye,
Audionom,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warren Ellis,
Eddi Front,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Intrusion,
Sarah Menescal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Negative Approach,
Dead Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Sight & Sound,
New York Dolls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arthur Verocai,
Guru Guru,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter and Kerry,
Reuben Wilson,
Talk Talk,
Basic Channel,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.