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 Algeria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Rapeman,
Niagra,
Wasted Youth,
Donald Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
The Real Kids,
The Gladiators,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Lydon,
The Barracudas,
Sonic Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Mills,
Youth Brigade,
Public Enemy,
Babytalk,
Mission of Burma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nico,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Sneak,
Kenny Larkin,
Rosa Yemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Little Man,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Bluetip,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unwound,
The Vogues,
The Evens,
Royal Trux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Metal Thangz,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Remains,
Cecil Taylor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Inner City,
Pylon,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brothers Johnson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Clear Light,
Los Fastidios,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
World's Most,
John Cale,
One Last Wish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.