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 Eritrea and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rekid to the electroclash 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Funky Four + One,
Scan 7,
The Divine Comedy,
Monolake,
Bluetip,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ossler,
Blancmange,
Black Sheep,
Vladislav Delay,
Faust,
Fat Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
PIL,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nas,
Lalann,
The Music Machine,
Simply Red,
Gong,
Connie Case,
EPMD,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amazonics,
Swans,
Darondo,
The Litter,
Nils Olav,
Barrington Levy,
Pantaleimon,
Marine Girls,
Morten Harket,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ponytail,
Pylon,
The Saints,
Agitation Free,
E-Dancer,
The Angels of Light,
Visage,
Joe Finger,
The Dead C,
The Velvet Underground,
Section 25,
Schoolly D,
Todd Terry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Mills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Essential Logic,
Wolf Eyes,
The Real Kids,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.