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 Sudan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Von Mondo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Leonard Cohen,
Monks,
Graham Central Station,
The Gories,
The Searchers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stereo Dub,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cramps,
Interpol,
The Red Krayola,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pere Ubu,
Skriet,
Crooked Eye,
The Velvet Underground,
Mantronix,
Sam Rivers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick Morgan,
Babytalk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radio Birdman,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Eating Sloth,
Franke,
Flash Fearless,
Subhumans,
Nirvana,
The Young Rascals,
Laurel Aitken,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Charles Mingus,
Nils Olav,
Scion,
Minny Pops,
DJ Style,
Junior Murvin,
Chris Corsano,
Tubeway Army,
Harry Pussy,
Angry Samoans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Trojans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chrome,
Davy DMX,
Fugazi,
The Techniques,
Excepter,
Roxette,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.