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 Dominican Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jerry's Kids to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Gichy Dan,
The Beau Brummels,
Fugazi,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aswad,
Los Fastidios,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Terry,
The Walker Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Circle Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ohio Players,
The Durutti Column,
B.T. Express,
June Days,
FM Einheit,
Shoche,
Ponytail,
Matthew Bourne,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liliput,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Intrusion,
KRS-One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
LL Cool J,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Sneak,
The Offenders,
Accadde A,
Young Marble Giants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Raincoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swans,
Amazonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Kinks,
Faraquet,
Lakeside,
The Slackers,
Nik Kershaw,
The American Breed,
Gang Starr,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABBA,
Surgeon,
Brand Nubian,
Loose Ends,
Carl Craig,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.