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 Ghana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Pagans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cybotron,
Freddie Wadling,
Crime,
Yusef Lateef,
Parry Music,
Chris Corsano,
Joey Negro,
Groovy Waters,
Essential Logic,
Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Young Marble Giants,
Von Mondo,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Bananas,
Tubeway Army,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Last Poets,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül II,
The Fall,
Tres Demented,
Wasted Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Lucky Dragons,
Quadrant,
Don Cherry,
Whodini,
Pulsallama,
UT,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Holt,
Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bush Tetras,
Joy Division,
the Association,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gories,
Animal Collective,
Symarip,
the Sonics,
Lyres,
Tim Buckley,
Erasure,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonny Sharrock,
Iggy Pop,
The Happenings,
Livin' Joy,
T.S.O.L.,
Chrome,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mojo Men,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.