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 Mauritania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 the Association 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mark Hollis,
The Modern Lovers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Niagra,
Fela Kuti,
Man Parrish,
T. Rex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Groovy Waters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronnie Foster,
Newcleus,
John Holt,
The Real Kids,
Essential Logic,
the Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New York Dolls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Skatalites,
Technova,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sonics,
The Techniques,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tres Demented,
Ken Boothe,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Idris Muhammad,
Clear Light,
The Trojans,
Shoche,
the Normal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Icehouse,
Reuben Wilson,
Carl Craig,
Godley & Creme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacques Brel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Youth Brigade,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Make Up,
Kurtis Blow,
48th St. Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Surgeon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.