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 Mongolia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Arab on Radar,
Roger Hodgson,
Interpol,
Dead Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reagan Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Buckinghams,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker,
John Cale,
The Litter,
Fat Boys,
John Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Underground Resistance,
Minnie Riperton,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alison Limerick,
The Tremeloes,
Arthur Verocai,
Pylon,
X-101,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Selecter,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Byrd,
Flipper,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
One Last Wish,
Mr. Review,
Derrick May,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quadrant,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Scrapy,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
Malaria!,
Judy Mowatt,
Altered Images,
U.S. Maple,
Bronski Beat,
Carl Craig,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.