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 Mexico and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Surgeon to the funk 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Groovy Waters,
Drexciya,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scientists,
Zero Boys,
Glenn Branca,
The Zeros,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Negative Approach,
The Happenings,
Arthur Verocai,
Pulsallama,
Josef K,
Motorama,
The Black Dice,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aswad,
D'Angelo,
New Age Steppers,
Q65,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dead Boys,
Mandrill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shuggie Otis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Japan,
Mantronix,
The Moody Blues,
The Red Krayola,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Ice-T,
The Kinks,
Barrington Levy,
Bluetip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brass Construction,
Charles Mingus,
F. McDonald,
The Toasters,
Hashim,
Joensuu 1685,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minnie Riperton,
June of 44,
Morten Harket,
Dawn Penn,
Tom Boy,
Althea and Donna,
The Trojans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.