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 Iceland and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 EPMD to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
China Crisis,
Jeff Mills,
Delta 5,
Tres Demented,
Wolf Eyes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Beau Brummels,
Infiniti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eddi Front,
Piero Umiliani,
Darondo,
Swell Maps,
Kaleidoscope,
The Residents,
Procol Harum,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Second Layer,
Matthew Halsall,
Metal Thangz,
A Certain Ratio,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Clarke,
Laurel Aitken,
Faraquet,
The Gories,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brand Nubian,
the Normal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ituana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wasted Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Rufus Thomas,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dead C,
Japan,
Banda Bassotti,
Stetsasonic,
The Durutti Column,
The Index,
Cheater Slicks,
The Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Kas Product,
Hot Snakes,
Sarah Menescal,
Chrome,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quadrant,
Adolescents,
Wally Richardson,
The Cramps,
Monks,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.