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 Estonia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Ice-T 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The New Christs,
Minny Pops,
The Standells,
Crash Course in Science,
Magazine,
Marvin Gaye,
Mad Mike,
Delta 5,
Harmonia,
Bauhaus,
Niagra,
Albert Ayler,
Franke,
The Smoke,
Anthony Braxton,
The Trojans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade,
Stereo Dub,
Crooked Eye,
Pere Ubu,
Blancmange,
The Moleskins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q65,
Althea and Donna,
Masters at Work,
Michelle Simonal,
Underground Resistance,
Reagan Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chrome,
Lou Reed,
Don Cherry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Germs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doors,
Cal Tjader,
The Techniques,
Mantronix,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young,
The Grass Roots,
Deepchord,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Sherman,
The Toasters,
Stetsasonic,
Oblivians,
The Invisible,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.