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 United Kingdom and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Connie Case to the grunge 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Circle Jerks,
The Smoke,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Mills,
Shoche,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brick,
Anakelly,
Funky Four + One,
Spoonie Gee,
Rod Modell,
Arcadia,
Tubeway Army,
Monolake,
Maleditus Sound,
David Bowie,
The Red Krayola,
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy,
Outsiders,
Jacob Miller,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Depeche Mode,
Reuben Wilson,
Lindisfarne,
Eve St. Jones,
Scan 7,
Average White Band,
Pierre Henry,
The Trojans,
Severed Heads,
Main Source,
June of 44,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faraquet,
Dennis Brown,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Can,
Amon Düül II,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Last Poets,
Dawn Penn,
Chris & Cosey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pet Shop Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerri Chandler,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stereo Dub,
Grey Daturas,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Youth Brigade,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.