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 Niger and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Slick Rick to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Matthew Bourne,
The Music Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Lungfish,
Dave Gahan,
Das Ding,
Jawbox,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dark Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minnie Riperton,
Agitation Free,
Porter Ricks,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Golliwogs,
Lakeside,
The Saints,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liliput,
OOIOO,
Niagra,
Stereo Dub,
Youth Brigade,
X-101,
Echospace,
Minutemen,
The Offenders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minor Threat,
Fela Kuti,
The Last Poets,
Minny Pops,
Fluxion,
June Days,
Slick Rick,
Saccharine Trust,
Fatback Band,
John Holt,
Drexciya,
Cecil Taylor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
K-Klass,
Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
The Misunderstood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zero Boys,
Ice-T,
the Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Don Cherry,
The Grass Roots,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.