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 Bahamas and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deakin to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Music Machine,
Robert Görl,
the Association,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scratch Acid,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Sneak,
The Birthday Party,
The Last Poets,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brass Construction,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Average White Band,
This Heat,
Marc Almond,
Faust,
Lee Hazlewood,
KRS-One,
Underground Resistance,
Public Enemy,
Blancmange,
The Moody Blues,
David Axelrod,
the Slits,
Zapp,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Organ,
Technova,
Maurizio,
Dave Gahan,
Alphaville,
Ronnie Foster,
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Tom Boy,
The Doors,
One Last Wish,
Lakeside,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T.S.O.L.,
The Vogues,
Wire,
Kerrie Biddell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ludus,
Matthew Bourne,
June of 44,
Kas Product,
In Retrospect,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pop Group,
Marmalade,
The Moleskins,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.