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 Suriname and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arcadia to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Bobby Womack,
OOIOO,
Duran Duran,
David Axelrod,
The Divine Comedy,
Minor Threat,
Loose Ends,
Porter Ricks,
Arab on Radar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bad Manners,
Cameo,
Avey Tare,
Clear Light,
Sarah Menescal,
The Martian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Suicide,
Scion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Inner City,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Golliwogs,
The J.B.'s,
Jandek,
Pagans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
K-Klass,
Intrusion,
Heaven 17,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roger Hodgson,
New Age Steppers,
The Standells,
Adolescents,
Bill Near,
The Young Rascals,
the Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang of Four,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alice Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eurythmics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quantec,
The Skatalites,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.