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 Qatar and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the jazz 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Sandy B,
Dual Sessions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Misunderstood,
Eddi Front,
Eric Copeland,
Patti Smith,
Zapp,
Liliput,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Tears for Fears,
Audionom,
Index,
Inner City,
X-102,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gong,
Panda Bear,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Parry Music,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul II Soul,
The Walker Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Guru Guru,
Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Nas,
Magazine,
Sam Rivers,
Sixth Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
Jandek,
Subhumans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
The Victims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Groovy Waters,
The Gories,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barrington Levy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Infiniti,
Marc Almond,
This Heat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erykah Badu,
Juan Atkins,
Black Moon,
Nico,
The Raincoats,
The Young Rascals,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.