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 Indonesia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Pussy Galore to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
Crooked Eye,
Jacob Miller,
Sixth Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABBA,
X-101,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick May,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Tom Boy,
Mandrill,
The Smiths,
Barry Ungar,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers,
Fela Kuti,
Bronski Beat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül,
Eric Dolphy,
Blancmange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Half Japanese,
10cc,
Qualms,
The Cure,
The Grass Roots,
Heaven 17,
T. Rex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Parrish,
LL Cool J,
Alice Coltrane,
Nas,
Don Cherry,
Josef K,
the Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
The Skatalites,
John Foxx,
Royal Trux,
Guru Guru,
Schoolly D,
Interpol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Prince Buster,
Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bauhaus,
The Move,
Flash Fearless,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.