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 Mali and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Kas Product to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Amazonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Golliwogs,
The Last Poets,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blues Magoos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
The Move,
Pagans,
Parry Music,
John Foxx,
Swell Maps,
Make Up,
Y Pants,
Kas Product,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The American Breed,
Scratch Acid,
Cal Tjader,
Mandrill,
The Names,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cameo,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pulsallama,
Josef K,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul II Soul,
Circle Jerks,
X-102,
Amon Düül II,
Royal Trux,
OOIOO,
Livin' Joy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magazine,
The Cure,
Yusef Lateef,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June of 44,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gladiators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alison Limerick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fluxion,
Althea and Donna,
Moby Grape,
D'Angelo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.