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 Nauru and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Wally Richardson 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agent Orange,
Vladislav Delay,
Barrington Levy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jandek,
Black Sheep,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Zeros,
Alphaville,
Pole,
The Wake,
OOIOO,
Dark Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Lower 48,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare,
Robert Görl,
The Durutti Column,
Wasted Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Make Up,
Crooked Eye,
UT,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Junior Murvin,
The J.B.'s,
The Remains,
Eric Copeland,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Groovy Waters,
David McCallum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Parry Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Connie Case,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Clear Light,
The Dead C,
Delta 5,
Underground Resistance,
EPMD,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Rapeman,
Alton Ellis,
Nico,
Pantytec,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.