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 the UAE and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mission of Burma to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Newcleus,
Alton Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sugar Minott,
The Offenders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David McCallum,
Joe Finger,
Malaria!,
Fatback Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
David Bowie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Subhumans,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Dorothy Ashby,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crime,
Tom Boy,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul II Soul,
Tubeway Army,
Wasted Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Rakim,
T. Rex,
Khruangbin,
Jerry's Kids,
E-Dancer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rites of Spring,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pantaleimon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Depeche Mode,
T.S.O.L.,
Morten Harket,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scrapy,
Nirvana,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
Cameo,
Mr. Review,
Sister Nancy,
Cymande,
Negative Approach,
The Martian,
Zero Boys,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.