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 Sierra Leone and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Maurizio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sam Rivers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Gichy Dan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Whodini,
New Age Steppers,
Pole,
James White and The Blacks,
A Certain Ratio,
The New Christs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Negative Approach,
U.S. Maple,
Cymande,
Glenn Branca,
Franke,
The Count Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Lynne,
JFA,
The Monochrome Set,
Parry Music,
The Offenders,
The Gun Club,
Arab on Radar,
the Germs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Symarip,
The Toasters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lungfish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mummies,
Eddi Front,
Marmalade,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
Roger Hodgson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Prince Buster,
Black Pus,
Ludus,
Von Mondo,
John Holt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
The J.B.'s,
Technova,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.