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 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mantronix,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Saints,
Shoche,
The Gories,
Hot Snakes,
Altered Images,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slackers,
Kurtis Blow,
Quantec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tubeway Army,
Loose Ends,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Music Machine,
Agitation Free,
the Normal,
The Busters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rekid,
The J.B.'s,
Surgeon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bad Manners,
Lalann,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drive Like Jehu,
Outsiders,
Bang On A Can,
David Axelrod,
MC5,
H. Thieme,
Faraquet,
Barrington Levy,
The Dead C,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Simply Red,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Birthday Party,
The Fortunes,
Eddi Front,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vladislav Delay,
Godley & Creme,
Sun City Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.