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 Montenegro and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tommy Roe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Mantronix,
The Offenders,
The Velvet Underground,
B.T. Express,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Young Rascals,
Skarface,
Davy DMX,
Erykah Badu,
Soulsonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Erasure,
Rekid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mojo Men,
Das Ding,
Wings,
UT,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül,
Slave,
The Last Poets,
Second Layer,
kango's stein massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
a-ha,
Simply Red,
Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Beau Brummels,
Graham Central Station,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalann,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Happenings,
Faust,
Aaron Thompson,
Suburban Knight,
The Litter,
Buzzcocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bronski Beat,
Altered Images,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
OOIOO,
Bob Dylan,
Amazonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dawn Penn,
Bang On A Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reuben Wilson,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.