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 Burundi and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Gories to the rock 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Music Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-101,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Maurizio,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moleskins,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Byrd,
Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Tommy Roe,
Brick,
Dual Sessions,
Half Japanese,
Black Bananas,
Hashim,
Fat Boys,
X-102,
Mars,
Arthur Verocai,
Qualms,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
10cc,
Idris Muhammad,
Josef K,
Skarface,
Urselle,
E-Dancer,
Second Layer,
Massinfluence,
The Mummies,
Hoover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Patti Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monochrome Set,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lungfish,
Depeche Mode,
Franke,
Rod Modell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wolf Eyes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Japan,
Model 500,
Chrome,
The Martian,
The Moody Blues,
Bang On A Can,
Graham Central Station,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.