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 Bangladesh and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Walker Brothers to the rap 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Clarke,
Lebanon Hanover,
LL Cool J,
Dark Day,
Von Mondo,
PIL,
Howard Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delta 5,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tres Demented,
Scratch Acid,
Dennis Brown,
Mission of Burma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Golliwogs,
the Association,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Slits,
Drexciya,
Minny Pops,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moody Blues,
Parry Music,
The Index,
Make Up,
Rotary Connection,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Colin Newman,
Mad Mike,
Subhumans,
John Holt,
Pussy Galore,
Smog,
Faust,
R.M.O.,
David McCallum,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Lydon,
Dawn Penn,
Stereo Dub,
cv313,
Fad Gadget,
Jawbox,
The Litter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
Wasted Youth,
The Black Dice,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.