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 Australia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ornette Coleman to the punk 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
A Certain Ratio,
Pole,
DJ Sneak,
Aloha Tigers,
Erasure,
Prince Buster,
Idris Muhammad,
Jandek,
The Motions,
Marvin Gaye,
Laurel Aitken,
Soulsonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bob Dylan,
The Victims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Altered Images,
David McCallum,
John Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agent Orange,
Howard Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Lucky Dragons,
Panda Bear,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxy Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joy Division,
Animal Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
The Evens,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantaleimon,
Nas,
LL Cool J,
Cluster,
Television Personalities,
Subhumans,
Fad Gadget,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Lydon,
Letta Mbulu,
World's Most,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Khruangbin,
Bronski Beat,
Byron Stingily,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun City Girls,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare,
T.S.O.L.,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.