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 Suriname and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Index to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sällskapet,
Simply Red,
Television,
Deakin,
Fluxion,
The Star Department,
Derrick May,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang of Four,
Althea and Donna,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Infiniti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Offenders,
Trumans Water,
DJ Style,
Dennis Brown,
Hoover,
Idris Muhammad,
Underground Resistance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton,
Whodini,
Outsiders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Khruangbin,
Colin Newman,
Bush Tetras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Young Rascals,
John Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
New Age Steppers,
Absolute Body Control,
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
F. McDonald,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers,
Babytalk,
The Dirtbombs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Byron Stingily,
Faust,
Drexciya,
X-102,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scion,
Das Ding,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.