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 Benin and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slave to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Harmonia,
The Durutti Column,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Moon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siglo XX,
Rapeman,
Aswad,
Bad Manners,
Faust,
Minor Threat,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantytec,
The Mojo Men,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lebanon Hanover,
La Düsseldorf,
cv313,
Desert Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rakim,
The Skatalites,
Peter & Gordon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dawn Penn,
Accadde A,
Bootsy Collins,
Amazonics,
Procol Harum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Section 25,
Black Flag,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pop Group,
Mr. Review,
FM Einheit,
Janne Schatter,
The Wake,
Radio Birdman,
Soul II Soul,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Saccharine Trust,
Fela Kuti,
KRS-One,
Jacques Brel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
JFA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
EPMD,
The Saints,
UT,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.