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 Yemen and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Unwound to the rap 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Star Department,
Carl Craig,
The Gladiators,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalann,
Joy Division,
The Dead C,
The Searchers,
PIL,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Piero Umiliani,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warsaw,
The Last Poets,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tommy Roe,
Slave,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mars,
The Velvet Underground,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Parry Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Davy DMX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Organ,
Moby Grape,
The Beau Brummels,
Theoretical Girls,
Hardrive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rakim,
The Leaves,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
The Martian,
Amon Düül,
Rufus Thomas,
Cameo,
John Holt,
Pylon,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Rundgren,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.