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 Mauritius and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Q and Not U to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pretty Things,
Khruangbin,
Roger Hodgson,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eurythmics,
Kurtis Blow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ken Boothe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deepchord,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New York Dolls,
The Grass Roots,
the Swans,
LL Cool J,
Theoretical Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Ice-T,
David Axelrod,
Slick Rick,
The Cowsills,
Circle Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
U.S. Maple,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dark Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Goldenarms,
Marvin Gaye,
One Last Wish,
The Zeros,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fluxion,
Hasil Adkins,
June of 44,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Newcleus,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Copeland,
Radio Birdman,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mummies,
Basic Channel,
Kayak,
Monks,
Aswad,
Lou Reed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vainqueur,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flipper,
Talk Talk,
Howard Jones,
Supertramp,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.