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 Ghana and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Music Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Youth Brigade,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlback,
Audionom,
Scrapy,
Radiohead,
Fugazi,
Loose Ends,
X-101,
Drexciya,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
AZ,
The Doors,
KRS-One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Grass Roots,
Jacques Brel,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kas Product,
Lyres,
Thee Headcoats,
The Angels of Light,
The Human League,
Archie Shepp,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minny Pops,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rufus Thomas,
Faust,
Organ,
The Slits,
a-ha,
Fad Gadget,
Minor Threat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Popol Vuh,
Cameo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Theoretical Girls,
The Star Department,
Visage,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Terry,
The Detroit Cobras,
DNA,
Outsiders,
Colin Newman,
David Bowie,
Boogie Down Productions,
H. Thieme,
June of 44,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.