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 Nicaragua and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quantec to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cecil Taylor,
Mr. Review,
Duran Duran,
The Misunderstood,
Goldenarms,
Shuggie Otis,
Pere Ubu,
Nico,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sandy B,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grauzone,
The Velvet Underground,
Cluster,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Residents,
Stiv Bators,
Morten Harket,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joey Negro,
Hot Snakes,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
The Motions,
Eurythmics,
Jacob Miller,
LL Cool J,
Accadde A,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Offenders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Half Japanese,
U.S. Maple,
June of 44,
Mark Hollis,
Cybotron,
The Stooges,
Henry Cow,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Nas,
Ituana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sex Pistols,
Aswad,
Deepchord,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dual Sessions,
The Cure,
Procol Harum,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.