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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
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 marimba 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 Skaos to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quadrant,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radio Birdman,
Absolute Body Control,
Audionom,
Erykah Badu,
Letta Mbulu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hashim,
Funkadelic,
John Foxx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Circle Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
This Heat,
Janne Schatter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reuben Wilson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dead Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Ice-T,
Altered Images,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Starr,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Invisible,
Whodini,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Beau Brummels,
David Bowie,
F. McDonald,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slackers,
Babytalk,
Sixth Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scientists,
The Cramps,
Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gories,
Bill Near,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Litter,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.