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 Nicaragua and from London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Black Bananas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Litter,
Gichy Dan,
Camberwell Now,
Sam Rivers,
Panda Bear,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mars,
Godley & Creme,
Groovy Waters,
The Victims,
Public Enemy,
Mr. Review,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barrington Levy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oneida,
Rotary Connection,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül,
Chrome,
Carl Craig,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yellowson,
Juan Atkins,
Wire,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thompson Twins,
Cheater Slicks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mummies,
Skarface,
The Monks,
Tubeway Army,
K-Klass,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Flipper,
Minutemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Al Stewart,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Byron Stingily,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
The Names,
The Dead C,
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
The Invisible,
Howard Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alison Limerick,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.