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 Lesotho and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Judy Mowatt to the grime 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim 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?
The Last Poets,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
EPMD,
The Birthday Party,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
K-Klass,
The Doors,
Quadrant,
The Young Rascals,
Radiohead,
Country Teasers,
Youth Brigade,
Accadde A,
Babytalk,
Massinfluence,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerri Chandler,
The Offenders,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Walker Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Deakin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Tremeloes,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sound Behaviour,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed,
The Velvet Underground,
The Busters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David McCallum,
The J.B.'s,
LL Cool J,
Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Sherman,
Fat Boys,
Franke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boredoms,
Joensuu 1685,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echospace,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.