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 the UAE and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 K-Klass to the jazz 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronan,
Skarface,
Sällskapet,
The Toasters,
Television,
Liliput,
Grauzone,
Lakeside,
Deepchord,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mr. Review,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Clarke,
Dawn Penn,
The Music Machine,
Todd Terry,
Porter Ricks,
The Gun Club,
Pussy Galore,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter and Kerry,
Minor Threat,
Royal Trux,
OOIOO,
the Bar-Kays,
Agent Orange,
Livin' Joy,
Lungfish,
Wings,
The Skatalites,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marcia Griffiths,
Godley & Creme,
Sugar Minott,
Arthur Verocai,
Marine Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sparks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kayak,
Marshall Jefferson,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swell Maps,
the Association,
Oblivians,
Sexual Harrassment,
New York Dolls,
Icehouse,
PIL,
The Leaves,
Soft Machine,
Slick Rick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.