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 Ireland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Wake to the electroclash 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 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 Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donny Hathaway,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pole,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barry Ungar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Quando Quango,
Animal Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Faraquet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonic Youth,
Aswad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mo-Dettes,
Slave,
Yellowson,
The Black Dice,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pretty Things,
One Last Wish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pulsallama,
Babytalk,
Whodini,
Hashim,
R.M.O.,
Accadde A,
China Crisis,
Main Source,
The Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin,
Godley & Creme,
Freddie Wadling,
Can,
Panda Bear,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Angry Samoans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy Collins,
Los Fastidios,
Simply Red,
EPMD,
Skarface,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantytec,
Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.