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 Tanzania 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Henry Cow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Banda Bassotti,
Janne Schatter,
Underground Resistance,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Young Rascals,
Yazoo,
Funky Four + One,
Nils Olav,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Procol Harum,
New Order,
Subhumans,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick May,
Carl Craig,
Robert Hood,
Porter Ricks,
The Saints,
Joe Smooth,
Unwound,
The Buckinghams,
Average White Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Alison Limerick,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Sherman,
The Misunderstood,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
Can,
Graham Central Station,
Japan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monolake,
Mantronix,
Liliput,
Rites of Spring,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül,
T.S.O.L.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pere Ubu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pierre Henry,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.