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 Belize and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Brass Construction to the crunk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
This Heat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Laurel Aitken,
Popol Vuh,
Sexual Harrassment,
B.T. Express,
Barrington Levy,
The Smiths,
Blake Baxter,
Kas Product,
Peter and Kerry,
Alice Coltrane,
The Saints,
Das Ding,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fugs,
Ken Boothe,
Niagra,
Amon Düül II,
Lakeside,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
Black Bananas,
Vainqueur,
Lalann,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
One Last Wish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fear,
Joe Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jawbox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fatback Band,
Panda Bear,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Half Japanese,
Lungfish,
Shoche,
Alphaville,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare,
Liliput,
The American Breed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Toni Rubio,
Malaria!,
Wings,
Q and Not U,
Ralphi Rosario,
Von Mondo,
Y Pants,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.