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 Cambodia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Erasure to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Dolphy,
Funky Four + One,
Brass Construction,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Motions,
Kurtis Blow,
FM Einheit,
Ronnie Foster,
Tommy Roe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Tremeloes,
Urselle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flash Fearless,
June of 44,
Albert Ayler,
10cc,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dark Day,
Sight & Sound,
The Gun Club,
cv313,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sexual Harrassment,
Darondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultra Naté,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Leaves,
Ludus,
Jerry's Kids,
D'Angelo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
a-ha,
Con Funk Shun,
Nation of Ulysses,
James White and The Blacks,
Janne Schatter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Section 25,
The Barracudas,
the Germs,
Kaleidoscope,
Shoche,
The Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Mad Mike,
Danielle Patucci,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Eli Mardock,
Skarface,
Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.