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 Guyana and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 T.S.O.L. to the jazz 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fugazi,
Chris Corsano,
The Velvet Underground,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wire,
Half Japanese,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Grass Roots,
Talk Talk,
Funky Four + One,
Minnie Riperton,
Mr. Review,
Gastr Del Sol,
June Days,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Christie,
Mission of Burma,
Fluxion,
H. Thieme,
Swell Maps,
Rosa Yemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cymande,
Darondo,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
Kaleidoscope,
The Birthday Party,
Cecil Taylor,
Iggy Pop,
Cybotron,
Ohio Players,
cv313,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camberwell Now,
Wings,
Michelle Simonal,
Ten City,
Shoche,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Wells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fatback Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wolf Eyes,
Hot Snakes,
Flash Fearless,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxette,
The Doors,
Groovy Waters,
JFA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Basic Channel,
Quadrant,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.