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 Japan and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 DJ Style to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül,
Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Liliput,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anthony Braxton,
Toni Rubio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minutemen,
48th St. Collective,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang of Four,
Wire,
Charles Mingus,
Reagan Youth,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays,
Tom Boy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Warsaw,
Silicon Teens,
FM Einheit,
The Mojo Men,
Suburban Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Deadbeat,
Vladislav Delay,
Patti Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Bananas,
Joey Negro,
K-Klass,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swans,
X-102,
The Kinks,
EPMD,
Urselle,
Erasure,
Joyce Sims,
Barrington Levy,
Little Man,
Scion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Dolphy,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacob Miller,
The Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.