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 Brunei and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monks,
Monolake,
Parry Music,
Blake Baxter,
Blancmange,
Brass Construction,
The Fall,
Black Moon,
Tears for Fears,
Au Pairs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Duran Duran,
Subhumans,
Goldenarms,
Patti Smith,
PIL,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Trumans Water,
The Martian,
Todd Rundgren,
Tres Demented,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marine Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kaleidoscope,
the Slits,
Anakelly,
Joy Division,
Nas,
Average White Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Green,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gong,
Warsaw,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry's Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Vladislav Delay,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Knickerbockers,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Malaria!,
The Toasters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
Sandy B,
H. Thieme,
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.