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 Canada and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 The Remains to the grunge 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faraquet,
Country Teasers,
Bauhaus,
Oneida,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gladiators,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Copeland,
Joey Negro,
Chrome,
Mantronix,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Christie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scientists,
The Trojans,
Skaos,
Stiv Bators,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Terry,
The Stooges,
Fugazi,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Green,
Rufus Thomas,
The Zeros,
The Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultra Naté,
Fela Kuti,
Popol Vuh,
The Cowsills,
The New Christs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eddi Front,
Lightning Bolt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faust,
Minor Threat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mad Mike,
Alison Limerick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hot Snakes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fluxion,
Leonard Cohen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Althea and Donna,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.