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 Namibia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Alarm Clocks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One 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?
Parry Music,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Wells,
June Days,
Half Japanese,
Kurtis Blow,
Camouflage,
Chris Corsano,
Mission of Burma,
Q and Not U,
Al Stewart,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Joey Negro,
Cluster,
Cal Tjader,
Bauhaus,
La Düsseldorf,
This Heat,
Malaria!,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ohio Players,
Brand Nubian,
Fatback Band,
The Black Dice,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sandy B,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Minutemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visage,
Fluxion,
Bill Near,
Jeff Lynne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fortunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Joy Division,
Severed Heads,
Dave Gahan,
Babytalk,
MC5,
Byron Stingily,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alton Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Idris Muhammad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Negative Approach,
The Divine Comedy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Tremeloes,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.