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 Slovenia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Al Stewart to the jazz 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Golliwogs,
Junior Murvin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
The Victims,
The Doors,
JFA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Black Dice,
The Residents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gong,
Rotary Connection,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dirtbombs,
Erasure,
T.S.O.L.,
Pylon,
F. McDonald,
Scrapy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris Corsano,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moss Icon,
Popol Vuh,
Cal Tjader,
Fear,
Carl Craig,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Holt,
Kas Product,
Flash Fearless,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bauhaus,
Black Flag,
Absolute Body Control,
Skarface,
Grey Daturas,
Zero Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Section 25,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kayak,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.