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 Korea North and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 R.M.O. to the rap 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Guru Guru,
Bang On A Can,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Durutti Column,
Black Bananas,
Masters at Work,
The Invisible,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Byrd,
Nico,
Mandrill,
Rotary Connection,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cymande,
Alton Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eurythmics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sixth Finger,
Index,
Terry Callier,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Görl,
Wally Richardson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
Ossler,
The Birthday Party,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Womack,
John Lydon,
Fat Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Young Marble Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville,
Smog,
Camouflage,
Barry Ungar,
Maleditus Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Carl Craig,
One Last Wish,
Radiohead,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pole,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
The Blackbyrds,
Absolute Body Control,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the 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.