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 Oman and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Lyres,
The Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aural Exciters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television Personalities,
Soulsonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Scrapy,
Oblivians,
Lungfish,
The Beau Brummels,
Grauzone,
A Certain Ratio,
U.S. Maple,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sarah Menescal,
Crime,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Buzzcocks,
FM Einheit,
Janne Schatter,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New York Dolls,
The Index,
Public Enemy,
Quadrant,
The Cure,
Dark Day,
Joe Finger,
The Dead C,
Glenn Branca,
Mandrill,
Soul II Soul,
The Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
The Vogues,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Barracudas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tears for Fears,
Siglo XX,
UT,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Golliwogs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funkadelic,
Gang of Four,
In Retrospect,
the Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Archie Shepp,
Marmalade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.