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 Dominican Republic and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the jazz 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Harry Pussy,
Deadbeat,
John Lydon,
Simply Red,
DJ Sneak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Junior Murvin,
Soul II Soul,
Jacob Miller,
New York Dolls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
KRS-One,
The Angels of Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
JFA,
Barbara Tucker,
Arab on Radar,
Sarah Menescal,
Interpol,
ABC,
Gabor Szabo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blues Magoos,
Alison Limerick,
Slick Rick,
Suicide,
B.T. Express,
Adolescents,
Clear Light,
Ultra Naté,
The Slits,
the Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Unrelated Segments,
Marine Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy Collins,
Stiv Bators,
Black Sheep,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nirvana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Henry Cow,
The Invisible,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camberwell Now,
Skriet,
Wasted Youth,
Ohio Players,
The Motions,
Alton Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.