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 Russia and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Babytalk to the rock 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joy Division,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Terry,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Hill,
Pantaleimon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rod Modell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June Days,
Jawbox,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick May,
Nas,
D'Angelo,
B.T. Express,
The Star Department,
The Remains,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gong,
Pulsallama,
Soul II Soul,
Main Source,
Wings,
Chris & Cosey,
Harmonia,
Supertramp,
Flipper,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mr. Review,
Minny Pops,
Judy Mowatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Walker Brothers,
Intrusion,
Tom Boy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cramps,
World's Most,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moleskins,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Con Funk Shun,
Half Japanese,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül II,
Rakim,
Roxy Music,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.