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 Taiwan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 JFA to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
Harmonia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aural Exciters,
Fluxion,
Nils Olav,
The Mummies,
Wolf Eyes,
Theoretical Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Das Ding,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Angels of Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brand Nubian,
MC5,
Alton Ellis,
The Motions,
Gang Starr,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aaron Thompson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scratch Acid,
Joey Negro,
Godley & Creme,
Soulsonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
John Lydon,
Toni Rubio,
The Vogues,
Mo-Dettes,
Eve St. Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DNA,
Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Buzzcocks,
Yellowson,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Japan,
Ossler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Althea and Donna,
Faust,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Zero Boys,
Drexciya,
Royal Trux,
Maurizio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gladiators,
Joensuu 1685,
Sugar Minott,
Mr. Review,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.