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 Sudan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Letta Mbulu to the crunk 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Halsall,
MC5,
Desert Stars,
The Leaves,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Shuggie Otis,
The Names,
Neil Young,
Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alison Limerick,
Juan Atkins,
KRS-One,
Ludus,
Echospace,
Crime,
Easy Going,
Gang of Four,
Carl Craig,
The Detroit Cobras,
Judy Mowatt,
Camouflage,
Organ,
Shoche,
Pantaleimon,
Glenn Branca,
OOIOO,
Chris Corsano,
The Offenders,
kango's stein massive,
Lower 48,
The Gladiators,
Deakin,
X-101,
Avey Tare,
Talk Talk,
Brass Construction,
Jeru the Damaja,
Smog,
The Residents,
Depeche Mode,
Josef K,
Lightning Bolt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unrelated Segments,
Arab on Radar,
The Walker Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Seeds,
Inner City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dawn Penn,
Jawbox,
Man Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.