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 Bangladesh and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Kaleidoscope,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick Morgan,
The Birthday Party,
Sam Rivers,
The Stooges,
Hardrive,
Goldenarms,
Bob Dylan,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Machine,
Sugar Minott,
The Pop Group,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Infiniti,
Excepter,
The Star Department,
The Toasters,
T. Rex,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Green,
Reuben Wilson,
E-Dancer,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terry Callier,
Cecil Taylor,
June of 44,
Pantytec,
Moebius,
Bobby Womack,
Minor Threat,
Brothers Johnson,
Dave Gahan,
Bad Manners,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Tim Buckley,
Man Parrish,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABC,
Scientists,
Harry Pussy,
Oblivians,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Index,
Barrington Levy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Audionom,
Peter & Gordon,
Jandek,
Don Cherry,
Bill Near,
Pere Ubu,
Buzzcocks,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.