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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Birthday Party to the crunk 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Tommy Roe,
Oneida,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick Morgan,
Camberwell Now,
Hasil Adkins,
the Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Black Pus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang of Four,
Funky Four + One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fear,
The Moleskins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chrome,
The Saints,
Whodini,
Camouflage,
La Düsseldorf,
The Golliwogs,
Nas,
Rekid,
Siglo XX,
Brass Construction,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang On A Can,
Zero Boys,
The Cramps,
Hashim,
Ronan,
Sun Ra,
Wally Richardson,
Boredoms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rites of Spring,
Loose Ends,
Popol Vuh,
Spoonie Gee,
Prince Buster,
John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Soul II Soul,
Angry Samoans,
The Real Kids,
T. Rex,
Toni Rubio,
Davy DMX,
The Smoke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rosa Yemen,
Technova,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Infiniti,
Von Mondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Absolute Body Control,
Hardrive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.