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 El Salvador and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Grass Roots to the techno 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Moleskins,
Goldenarms,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers,
Black Pus,
Ice-T,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Mills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jawbox,
Groovy Waters,
Boz Scaggs,
Cal Tjader,
Gong,
Glenn Branca,
The Vogues,
Wally Richardson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Arthur Verocai,
Howard Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The New Christs,
Surgeon,
Deakin,
Malaria!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eddi Front,
The Stooges,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mojo Men,
Neu!,
Camouflage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Graham Central Station,
Masters at Work,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Infiniti,
The Divine Comedy,
Fatback Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Enemy,
Kayak,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deadbeat,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Scientists,
Spoonie Gee,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Normal,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.