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 Ivory Coast and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 EPMD to the crunk 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Avey Tare,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Half Japanese,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Enemy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Niagra,
The Cure,
Junior Murvin,
Patti Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
K-Klass,
Oblivians,
Gang of Four,
Slave,
Reuben Wilson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deepchord,
Rites of Spring,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker,
Boz Scaggs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Invisible,
R.M.O.,
The Searchers,
Ituana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Guru Guru,
Icehouse,
The Velvet Underground,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June of 44,
The Index,
Blossom Toes,
Rosa Yemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fluxion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Isaac Hayes,
Mark Hollis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radio Birdman,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maleditus Sound,
Quando Quango,
Sonic Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Sneak,
Young Marble Giants,
Scientists,
Mandrill,
Skarface,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.