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 Solomon Islands and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
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 sitar 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Carl Craig,
The Offenders,
Parry Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül II,
New York Dolls,
Cecil Taylor,
Icehouse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy Collins,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Peter & Gordon,
Crash Course in Science,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aswad,
Underground Resistance,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics,
Neu!,
Von Mondo,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Sneak,
Young Marble Giants,
Ken Boothe,
The New Christs,
Gang Starr,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jawbox,
Marc Almond,
The Durutti Column,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxy Music,
The Skatalites,
Aural Exciters,
X-Ray Spex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Youth Brigade,
David Axelrod,
These Immortal Souls,
Sight & Sound,
Clear Light,
The Vogues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amazonics,
Sarah Menescal,
F. McDonald,
KRS-One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.