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 Yemen and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barbara Tucker to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Graham Central Station,
Girls At Our Best!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Order,
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
Y Pants,
Fear,
Lower 48,
Boz Scaggs,
The Divine Comedy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monochrome Set,
Carl Craig,
48th St. Collective,
Cybotron,
Tres Demented,
Ken Boothe,
Dave Gahan,
The Standells,
Franke,
Connie Case,
John Holt,
Hot Snakes,
Barrington Levy,
L. Decosne,
Symarip,
Harry Pussy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tom Boy,
Lyres,
Ossler,
Suburban Knight,
Mantronix,
Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultra Naté,
Rapeman,
Joy Division,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pole,
Rosa Yemen,
Cluster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magma,
The Move,
The Barracudas,
The Angels of Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.