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 Korea South and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marine Girls to the dance 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bob Dylan,
Lower 48,
The Velvet Underground,
JFA,
Symarip,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
Sparks,
Junior Murvin,
Average White Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay,
Minny Pops,
Lyres,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Terry,
Camouflage,
LL Cool J,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Green,
Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Half Japanese,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Yaz,
Bauhaus,
Severed Heads,
Shoche,
The Victims,
Visage,
Niagra,
Slick Rick,
The Birthday Party,
L. Decosne,
Pantaleimon,
The Fortunes,
Tres Demented,
Alison Limerick,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Barracudas,
Joensuu 1685,
Letta Mbulu,
Freddie Wadling,
The Techniques,
T.S.O.L.,
Sight & Sound,
Motorama,
Harry Pussy,
The Vogues,
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yazoo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.