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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moebius to the dance 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Dead C,
Kas Product,
Davy DMX,
Aswad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonic Youth,
Drexciya,
Visage,
Ludus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Archie Shepp,
Franke,
Oneida,
Neil Young,
The Angels of Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
June of 44,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stereo Dub,
Alice Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Bourne,
David McCallum,
Zapp,
Byron Stingily,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aaron Thompson,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marine Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camouflage,
Mantronix,
Scion,
cv313,
Robert Görl,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Pylon,
June Days,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Juan Atkins,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Womack,
Dave Gahan,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang of Four,
Guru Guru,
The Motions,
Flash Fearless,
Alton Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Slick Rick,
Sixth Finger,
Pagans,
The Martian,
Young Marble Giants,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.