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 Jordan and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Roy Ayers to the jazz 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Buzzcocks,
Tim Buckley,
The Cowsills,
Cybotron,
Junior Murvin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skaos,
Ossler,
Infiniti,
China Crisis,
Donald Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Von Mondo,
EPMD,
the Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Porter Ricks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Terry,
Aaron Thompson,
Zero Boys,
The Five Americans,
Zapp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Associates,
Bang On A Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Joey Negro,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Neon Judgement,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida,
Little Man,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Starr,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Sight & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Schoolly D,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yazoo,
Tres Demented,
Lightning Bolt,
Minutemen,
Faraquet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mo-Dettes,
Boredoms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.