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 Netherlands and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Misunderstood,
Yaz,
The New Christs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lucky Dragons,
Michelle Simonal,
Oblivians,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
The Durutti Column,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Goldenarms,
Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Wire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Second Layer,
The Zeros,
Ronan,
Cheater Slicks,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tres Demented,
The Cure,
The Evens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Clarke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Sonics,
Scion,
Icehouse,
Ronnie Foster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Groovy Waters,
T. Rex,
Scan 7,
Chris Corsano,
Eli Mardock,
The Gap Band,
Model 500,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oneida,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Sheep,
X-102,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.