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 Mauritania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
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 arpeggiator 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 D'Angelo to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cowsills,
Dead Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Godley & Creme,
Barbara Tucker,
La Düsseldorf,
Ponytail,
Adolescents,
Isaac Hayes,
Maurizio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter and Kerry,
Interpol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Last Poets,
FM Einheit,
Lightning Bolt,
Lucky Dragons,
Buzzcocks,
David Bowie,
Surgeon,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Fraelich,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yazoo,
Joyce Sims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Glenn Branca,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Golliwogs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fortunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Camberwell Now,
Pantaleimon,
Fear,
Outsiders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Japan,
Pylon,
The Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
New York Dolls,
Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television Personalities,
Alison Limerick,
The Move,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.