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 Solomon Islands and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rock 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Cymande,
Wolf Eyes,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Simply Red,
Trumans Water,
Morten Harket,
Black Flag,
Rites of Spring,
Das Ding,
Vainqueur,
Y Pants,
Oblivians,
Joy Division,
The Fortunes,
The Leaves,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Saccharine Trust,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Malaria!,
Pylon,
Blake Baxter,
The Evens,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Residents,
Harpers Bizarre,
AZ,
Chris Corsano,
Ludus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deadbeat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pussy Galore,
Davy DMX,
New Age Steppers,
Q65,
Carl Craig,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Hood,
Roger Hodgson,
the Swans,
Suburban Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Fela Kuti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Human League,
Amon Düül II,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.