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 Austria and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Wire to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerri Chandler,
Accadde A,
Leonard Cohen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Depeche Mode,
Underground Resistance,
The Slackers,
Joe Finger,
Mars,
Eli Mardock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Techniques,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Los Fastidios,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Green,
Bad Manners,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arthur Verocai,
New Age Steppers,
Ice-T,
Negative Approach,
10cc,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Zeros,
The Searchers,
Oneida,
Black Moon,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Qualms,
The Kinks,
Grey Daturas,
Silicon Teens,
Mark Hollis,
John Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ossler,
The Wake,
Crooked Eye,
Zero Boys,
Loose Ends,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Japan,
FM Einheit,
The Misunderstood,
Hashim,
Jacob Miller,
Model 500,
Soul II Soul,
Steve Hackett,
Gichy Dan,
The Remains,
Piero Umiliani,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.