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 Greece and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Infiniti to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Lyres,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agent Orange,
Soul II Soul,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tears for Fears,
Ultravox,
Smog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Skriet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alison Limerick,
Eddi Front,
Kas Product,
Lightning Bolt,
D'Angelo,
The Dead C,
Funky Four + One,
Boz Scaggs,
The Stooges,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash,
Second Layer,
Quadrant,
The Modern Lovers,
The Skatalites,
The Neon Judgement,
Sixth Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Accadde A,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joey Negro,
The Cramps,
Scientists,
Jawbox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Patti Smith,
Joy Division,
Jandek,
The Count Five,
the Slits,
Quantec,
Sun Ra,
Ohio Players,
Alton Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Bob Dylan,
Freddie Wadling,
U.S. Maple,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Soft Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Harry Pussy,
Crime,
The Real Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.