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 Morocco and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Holt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Funkadelic,
The Evens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Guru Guru,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Leonard Cohen,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kenny Larkin,
Eden Ahbez,
Nas,
Tears for Fears,
Archie Shepp,
The Gun Club,
Q and Not U,
Harry Pussy,
Von Mondo,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young,
cv313,
Charles Mingus,
The Techniques,
Zero Boys,
Gong,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hashim,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Teasers,
Black Pus,
One Last Wish,
Pagans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Connie Case,
Franke,
Accadde A,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Danielle Patucci,
Blake Baxter,
F. McDonald,
Aloha Tigers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Buckinghams,
Sällskapet,
Minny Pops,
H. Thieme,
Mantronix,
The Selecter,
Banda Bassotti,
Adolescents,
Eve St. Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tres Demented,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.