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 Georgia and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Suicide to the funk 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul 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?
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terry Callier,
Camouflage,
Andrew Hill,
Roxette,
Unwound,
Marmalade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Don Cherry,
Bluetip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Porter Ricks,
Mr. Review,
Echospace,
K-Klass,
Alton Ellis,
The Residents,
Infiniti,
Rites of Spring,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kas Product,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Godley & Creme,
Skaos,
One Last Wish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Neon Judgement,
D'Angelo,
Urselle,
Slick Rick,
In Retrospect,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Green,
DJ Style,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Guru Guru,
The Zeros,
Bronski Beat,
Charles Mingus,
Scrapy,
The Fugs,
Lou Christie,
Albert Ayler,
R.M.O.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barry Ungar,
Prince Buster,
Nas,
48th St. Collective,
X-102,
Q65,
Lungfish,
Lightning Bolt,
Make Up,
The Selecter,
Mark Hollis,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.