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 Bahamas 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lucky Dragons to the rap 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Eden Ahbez,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soulsonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Bowie,
Khruangbin,
Roxette,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smoke,
Deakin,
Y Pants,
The Golliwogs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blackbyrds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wings,
Altered Images,
Public Enemy,
Ice-T,
Lightning Bolt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agitation Free,
Al Stewart,
MDC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ituana,
Hashim,
Michelle Simonal,
Delon & Dalcan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
Au Pairs,
Adolescents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liliput,
The Vogues,
Darondo,
Skriet,
Magazine,
Gichy Dan,
Danielle Patucci,
Crash Course in Science,
The Walker Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Oblivians,
Jawbox,
Fat Boys,
Interpol,
Depeche Mode,
The Alarm Clocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Organ,
The Sonics,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.