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 Maldives and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mantronix to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Hood,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Los Fastidios,
Scratch Acid,
Con Funk Shun,
Lower 48,
Minny Pops,
the Slits,
John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Osbourne,
Icehouse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gong,
Scan 7,
Lyres,
The Saints,
The Slits,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Offenders,
Eric Copeland,
Average White Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultra Naté,
Outsiders,
Fatback Band,
Television,
Minutemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Byron Stingily,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Clear Light,
Faust,
the Germs,
Cheater Slicks,
Faraquet,
X-102,
Basic Channel,
La Düsseldorf,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dave Gahan,
Ponytail,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Fugazi,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.