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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Davy DMX to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Nick Fraelich,
the Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
La Düsseldorf,
This Heat,
Ultra Naté,
Eric B and Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Pantytec,
Moebius,
Rod Modell,
Kas Product,
Malaria!,
Terry Callier,
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Porter Ricks,
B.T. Express,
Boz Scaggs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Niagra,
Cymande,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Victims,
Kerri Chandler,
Technova,
The Moleskins,
D'Angelo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Buzzcocks,
Sound Behaviour,
New York Dolls,
Surgeon,
The Young Rascals,
Aaron Thompson,
F. McDonald,
X-102,
The Moody Blues,
Magma,
Steve Hackett,
Animal Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television Personalities,
Hot Snakes,
Outsiders,
Letta Mbulu,
Adolescents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
JFA,
Idris Muhammad,
Eli Mardock,
Charles Mingus,
Amazonics,
Los Fastidios,
Yazoo,
Black Flag,
Dawn Penn,
Albert Ayler,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.