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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Bar-Kays to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gap Band,
Tim Buckley,
Theoretical Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Toni Rubio,
Hasil Adkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Bowie,
Bush Tetras,
the Slits,
Severed Heads,
Kerri Chandler,
The Vogues,
Judy Mowatt,
Fear,
Sun Ra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arthur Verocai,
Janne Schatter,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare,
X-Ray Spex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faraquet,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Misunderstood,
10cc,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers,
Warren Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Pere Ubu,
Yaz,
The Young Rascals,
Magma,
OOIOO,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moss Icon,
Reuben Wilson,
Sällskapet,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan,
The Knickerbockers,
Radio Birdman,
John Lydon,
The Walker Brothers,
Main Source,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Symarip,
Erasure,
Ultra Naté,
Funky Four + One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Archie Shepp,
David Axelrod,
The Five Americans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.