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 Jordan and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Todd Rundgren to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q65,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harmonia,
Todd Rundgren,
Erasure,
Con Funk Shun,
PIL,
MC5,
Fugazi,
Ice-T,
KRS-One,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Invisible,
Kool Moe Dee,
Schoolly D,
Sparks,
The Standells,
Barry Ungar,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
B.T. Express,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Byrd,
Ossler,
The Angels of Light,
Zapp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Germs,
Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dead C,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amazonics,
Siglo XX,
John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Wings,
The Fugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skriet,
Anthony Braxton,
Shoche,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Davy DMX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
JFA,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.