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 Armenia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Smog to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Chris Corsano,
The Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moby Grape,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers,
Cheater Slicks,
Trumans Water,
Black Flag,
Neu!,
Marmalade,
Barclay James Harvest,
KRS-One,
Arthur Verocai,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The J.B.'s,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Khruangbin,
Adolescents,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
F. McDonald,
The Buckinghams,
Lalann,
Wire,
Deakin,
The Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Public Enemy,
The Names,
Fugazi,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Camouflage,
Black Bananas,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Subhumans,
The New Christs,
The Index,
FM Einheit,
The Saints,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minor Threat,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alison Limerick,
Visage,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Sneak,
Silicon Teens,
Barrington Levy,
Technova,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Clear Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.