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 Kazakhstan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Smog to the funk 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
cv313,
The Moody Blues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythm & Sound,
R.M.O.,
8 Eyed Spy,
June of 44,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chrome,
the Association,
Gang of Four,
Angry Samoans,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Leaves,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Star Department,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Graham Central Station,
Sex Pistols,
Boz Scaggs,
Colin Newman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Byrd,
Severed Heads,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crooked Eye,
The Red Krayola,
Basic Channel,
Rosa Yemen,
Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Spoonie Gee,
Popol Vuh,
Underground Resistance,
Newcleus,
Pylon,
Max Romeo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flipper,
Motorama,
The Blackbyrds,
David Bowie,
Hardrive,
Ten City,
Terry Callier,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brand Nubian,
Cameo,
Sarah Menescal,
MC5,
Carl Craig,
The Smiths,
Mad Mike,
Freddie Wadling,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.