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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Bill Near to the grime 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Black Moon,
Sight & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxette,
Mo-Dettes,
Q and Not U,
Rotary Connection,
Stereo Dub,
Dual Sessions,
Crooked Eye,
Yaz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cure,
Royal Trux,
Scion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Excepter,
Robert Hood,
The Vogues,
Depeche Mode,
The Red Krayola,
The Neon Judgement,
Spoonie Gee,
Isaac Hayes,
Groovy Waters,
Intrusion,
Sam Rivers,
Grey Daturas,
Juan Atkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Duran Duran,
Moby Grape,
This Heat,
Jandek,
Ituana,
Lou Reed,
Slave,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Clear Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Y Pants,
Cecil Taylor,
Whodini,
Nas,
Lyres,
John Foxx,
Ultravox,
Urselle,
June of 44,
Max Romeo,
The Searchers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.