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 Haiti and from New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stereo Dub to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Count Five,
Flash Fearless,
Young Marble Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Metal Thangz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Last Poets,
World's Most,
Black Pus,
Subhumans,
Shoche,
Country Teasers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Görl,
John Lydon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reuben Wilson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gories,
Tim Buckley,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Babytalk,
Alton Ellis,
Cybotron,
The Dead C,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camouflage,
Oneida,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Wings,
Bauhaus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
China Crisis,
Little Man,
Livin' Joy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Lynne,
Crooked Eye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed,
Pussy Galore,
Stetsasonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantytec,
The Trojans,
Quando Quango,
Guru Guru,
Blake Baxter,
E-Dancer,
Moss Icon,
The Toasters,
Marmalade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.