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 Marshall Islands and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Aaron Thompson to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Fortunes,
Jawbox,
Japan,
Wasted Youth,
Half Japanese,
Joey Negro,
Ornette Coleman,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Womack,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deakin,
Zapp,
The Associates,
John Coltrane,
Black Moon,
The Beau Brummels,
Groovy Waters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül,
Kerri Chandler,
Tom Boy,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Buzzcocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Altered Images,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dennis Brown,
Joyce Sims,
Scan 7,
Marvin Gaye,
Newcleus,
Joy Division,
The Gladiators,
The Count Five,
Harmonia,
Pylon,
Guru Guru,
The Slits,
Make Up,
The Trojans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sound,
Malaria!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gong,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultra Naté,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.