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 Barbados and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 The American Breed to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Deadbeat,
Marc Almond,
The Offenders,
Accadde A,
ABBA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
La Düsseldorf,
Dual Sessions,
Desert Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Delta 5,
Gang Starr,
Skarface,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Audionom,
Bill Near,
Lucky Dragons,
The Saints,
The Remains,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mojo Men,
Country Teasers,
The Music Machine,
X-102,
cv313,
Jawbox,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronnie Foster,
Ituana,
Chris & Cosey,
The Searchers,
Soft Machine,
Y Pants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ossler,
The Red Krayola,
Faraquet,
Rosa Yemen,
Barrington Levy,
Heaven 17,
Iggy Pop,
The Smiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Don Cherry,
Bluetip,
Metal Thangz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crash Course in Science,
Curtis Mayfield,
World's Most,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dark Day,
Loose Ends,
The Beau Brummels,
Sam Rivers,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.