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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Delta 5 to the grunge 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Harmonia,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vainqueur,
Laurel Aitken,
Popol Vuh,
Q and Not U,
LL Cool J,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Vogues,
Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Lungfish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Velvet Underground,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
The Star Department,
Oneida,
Judy Mowatt,
Adolescents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Halsall,
Underground Resistance,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Clarke,
Sister Nancy,
Massinfluence,
Erasure,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Knickerbockers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Talk Talk,
A Certain Ratio,
The Residents,
Skriet,
Second Layer,
Bobby Womack,
Danielle Patucci,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ornette Coleman,
The Names,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
JFA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dave Gahan,
Porter Ricks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fatback Band,
Ponytail,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fuzztones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.