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 Cape Verde and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Delta 5 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
F. McDonald,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonic Youth,
Blancmange,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Smooth,
Scrapy,
Black Pus,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mojo Men,
Ronnie Foster,
Arthur Verocai,
Lyres,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
John Foxx,
Kerri Chandler,
Brand Nubian,
China Crisis,
Joy Division,
Amazonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Deadbeat,
Sister Nancy,
Angry Samoans,
Camouflage,
Lucky Dragons,
ABC,
Fad Gadget,
Danielle Patucci,
Absolute Body Control,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare,
Marine Girls,
The Music Machine,
David Axelrod,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gichy Dan,
The Move,
Bronski Beat,
Juan Atkins,
OOIOO,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Byron Stingily,
The Sound,
Oneida,
DNA,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pretty Things,
The Cowsills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.