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 Montenegro 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boogie Down Productions to the crunk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Eve St. Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Outsiders,
The American Breed,
Malaria!,
Rufus Thomas,
Anakelly,
The Mojo Men,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siglo XX,
10cc,
Harmonia,
The Smoke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warren Ellis,
The Vogues,
Idris Muhammad,
The Names,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Qualms,
Public Enemy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blackbyrds,
Judy Mowatt,
Funkadelic,
The Wake,
Symarip,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delta 5,
The Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Deadbeat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Angels of Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yusef Lateef,
The Happenings,
Al Stewart,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joy Division,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Livin' Joy,
Liliput,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minnie Riperton,
The Human League,
Davy DMX,
H. Thieme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Letta Mbulu,
Girls At Our Best!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Christie,
The Gladiators,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.