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 Korea North and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mad Mike to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gladiators,
H. Thieme,
Lalann,
Magma,
The Five Americans,
Pole,
The Birthday Party,
The Misunderstood,
ABC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brand Nubian,
The Doors,
David McCallum,
The Selecter,
Al Stewart,
Flipper,
Dual Sessions,
Country Teasers,
Funkadelic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Suicide,
Maurizio,
Jacob Miller,
Dead Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Stiv Bators,
Cheater Slicks,
Babytalk,
Visage,
Scott Walker,
Hardrive,
The Leaves,
Scion,
Accadde A,
Skarface,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Mission of Burma,
Lyres,
Harry Pussy,
Piero Umiliani,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
The Index,
Organ,
The Evens,
Zero Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ponytail,
Eddi Front,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delon & Dalcan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.