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 Ivory Coast and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Derrick May to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Saints,
Wasted Youth,
The Slackers,
The Golliwogs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Parrish,
New Order,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Nick Fraelich,
Crooked Eye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sound,
The Vogues,
Cheater Slicks,
Tubeway Army,
Eve St. Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Smooth,
Icehouse,
Bob Dylan,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Bananas,
Ronan,
Lindisfarne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fugazi,
Dawn Penn,
The Smoke,
Rites of Spring,
Amazonics,
Sam Rivers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arab on Radar,
Mad Mike,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Dolphy,
T.S.O.L.,
Byron Stingily,
Organ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Christie,
Josef K,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funkadelic,
The Cure,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.