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 Angola and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Nirvana to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Sällskapet,
Pylon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Malaria!,
Little Man,
These Immortal Souls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Knickerbockers,
Ten City,
Newcleus,
Lakeside,
The Cramps,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Dolphy,
Technova,
Harry Pussy,
Eddi Front,
kango's stein massive,
Marmalade,
Brothers Johnson,
Radio Birdman,
Peter & Gordon,
Talk Talk,
The Wake,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fire Engines,
Nas,
The Smoke,
The Dirtbombs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flipper,
MC5,
Roxy Music,
The Slits,
The Associates,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Intrusion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter and Kerry,
Oblivians,
Brass Construction,
Robert Wyatt,
Sister Nancy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
B.T. Express,
Blake Baxter,
Royal Trux,
Con Funk Shun,
Mandrill,
Joyce Sims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
The Dead C,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
Judy Mowatt,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.