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 Sierra Leone and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Yaz to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Donny Hathaway,
The Stooges,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fifty Foot Hose,
H. Thieme,
Piero Umiliani,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fela Kuti,
Sonic Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Gong,
The Blackbyrds,
Aloha Tigers,
Nas,
The Gories,
Pagans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tears for Fears,
The Mojo Men,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Starr,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thompson Twins,
Eric B and Rakim,
The United States of America,
Masters at Work,
Camberwell Now,
Index,
Rotary Connection,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Count Five,
Zapp,
The Wake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Outsiders,
Fatback Band,
Brick,
Deadbeat,
The Black Dice,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronan,
Lalann,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Durutti Column,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liliput,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DNA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
The American Breed,
Susan Cadogan,
Darondo,
One Last Wish,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.