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 Romania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stooges to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Lydon,
Byron Stingily,
Dawn Penn,
Boredoms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sight & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Nation of Ulysses,
New York Dolls,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
June Days,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Terry,
Aswad,
Rekid,
Black Flag,
Crime,
Malaria!,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Clarke,
Pierre Henry,
The Golliwogs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tim Buckley,
U.S. Maple,
MDC,
Alton Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Lalann,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dead Boys,
Main Source,
Black Bananas,
Fugazi,
Man Parrish,
Carl Craig,
The Five Americans,
The Knickerbockers,
Hoover,
Groovy Waters,
Sonic Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Barrington Levy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Birthday Party,
Crash Course in Science,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monolake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Susan Cadogan,
F. McDonald,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.