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 Chile and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sugar Minott 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Searchers,
B.T. Express,
Iggy Pop,
Boz Scaggs,
The American Breed,
Mo-Dettes,
Tim Buckley,
The Birthday Party,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-Ray Spex,
The Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television,
Roy Ayers,
Faraquet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blancmange,
a-ha,
Procol Harum,
Monks,
Carl Craig,
The Motions,
Scion,
Quantec,
Jacob Miller,
Supertramp,
Second Layer,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Audionom,
The Barracudas,
LL Cool J,
Joe Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
Little Man,
Black Flag,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Hill,
Radiohead,
Susan Cadogan,
Young Marble Giants,
Sparks,
Gichy Dan,
Alice Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June Days,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Essential Logic,
The Residents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.