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 Guatemala and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rapeman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
U.S. Maple,
Japan,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare,
The Knickerbockers,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Livin' Joy,
The Gun Club,
Gang Starr,
The Martian,
Mo-Dettes,
Icehouse,
The Associates,
Slick Rick,
Ken Boothe,
Ronnie Foster,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiohead,
Das Ding,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liliput,
Ice-T,
Delta 5,
Whodini,
Audionom,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wasted Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deakin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
the Slits,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
The Fortunes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Remains,
The Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Golliwogs,
the Bar-Kays,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Green,
Soulsonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Patti Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
The Offenders,
Popol Vuh,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
K-Klass,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.