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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Sarah Menescal,
10cc,
Donny Hathaway,
Kas Product,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang On A Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-102,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scan 7,
Sixth Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smoke,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gun Club,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Associates,
Mars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cluster,
Nick Fraelich,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers,
Yellowson,
Kaleidoscope,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Hill,
The Leaves,
Toni Rubio,
David Bowie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dawn Penn,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Cheater Slicks,
Underground Resistance,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dead C,
Godley & Creme,
Lyres,
The Knickerbockers,
Symarip,
Sight & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Althea and Donna,
LL Cool J,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Carl Craig,
Deakin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eurythmics,
Hardrive,
Ponytail,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang of Four,
DJ Sneak,
Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.