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 Iran and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Aaron Thompson,
Oneida,
The Slackers,
Unwound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hashim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harmonia,
Ken Boothe,
Soul II Soul,
Deakin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Age Steppers,
Blossom Toes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Davy DMX,
Stiv Bators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
E-Dancer,
KRS-One,
Crime,
MC5,
The Trojans,
Fad Gadget,
Aural Exciters,
Quadrant,
Carl Craig,
Alton Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Music Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantytec,
Swell Maps,
Skaos,
Grauzone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rites of Spring,
Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warsaw,
Black Sheep,
Radiohead,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drexciya,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aswad,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
the Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
The Dead C,
Nik Kershaw,
Simply Red,
Alice Coltrane,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.