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 Barbados and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-102 to the techno 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-Ray Spex,
The Residents,
Lightning Bolt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minny Pops,
La Düsseldorf,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pop Group,
Bang On A Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aural Exciters,
Whodini,
The Star Department,
MDC,
ABC,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Happenings,
The Names,
Goldenarms,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Real Kids,
Todd Terry,
The Monochrome Set,
Alison Limerick,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang of Four,
Thompson Twins,
The Blues Magoos,
Fatback Band,
New Order,
The Walker Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slackers,
ABBA,
Donny Hathaway,
Althea and Donna,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erykah Badu,
Drive Like Jehu,
K-Klass,
Juan Atkins,
Rekid,
MC5,
R.M.O.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Germs,
Gang Green,
Los Fastidios,
Adolescents,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.