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 Turkey and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Fugazi to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Byron Stingily,
Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Yazoo,
Audionom,
The Count Five,
Nico,
Todd Terry,
The United States of America,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Connie Case,
The Real Kids,
Erasure,
PIL,
Fugazi,
Brand Nubian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nik Kershaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Vogues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joey Negro,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wire,
The Gap Band,
Juan Atkins,
The Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vainqueur,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slave,
Excepter,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
Cluster,
Marine Girls,
Yaz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
One Last Wish,
Qualms,
Nas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aural Exciters,
Vladislav Delay,
Dual Sessions,
Shuggie Otis,
Negative Approach,
The Last Poets,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.