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 Ethiopia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 grime 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Parry Music,
FM Einheit,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kayak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quantec,
Supertramp,
Funky Four + One,
The Smoke,
Tommy Roe,
Arab on Radar,
Ice-T,
Pantaleimon,
John Foxx,
Liliput,
Bush Tetras,
Malaria!,
Lalann,
Section 25,
Lungfish,
kango's stein massive,
Sixth Finger,
Altered Images,
Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Minutemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donald Byrd,
Inner City,
The Offenders,
F. McDonald,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
World's Most,
Black Bananas,
K-Klass,
L. Decosne,
Robert Wyatt,
Loose Ends,
Barbara Tucker,
LL Cool J,
Wire,
the Swans,
John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terrestrial Tones,
Theoretical Girls,
The Stooges,
CMW,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crime,
Audionom,
Dead Boys,
Newcleus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.