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 Latvia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Max Romeo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suburban Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Altered Images,
Josef K,
Bill Near,
Technova,
Heaven 17,
The Remains,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
Pylon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moody Blues,
the Human League,
Fear,
F. McDonald,
Jacob Miller,
The Mojo Men,
Bush Tetras,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker,
Byron Stingily,
Fela Kuti,
The Trojans,
The Gap Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Kurtis Blow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Axelrod,
Robert Wyatt,
Nils Olav,
Moby Grape,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Young Rascals,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Bowie,
The New Christs,
Marmalade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lakeside,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mad Mike,
The Kinks,
Joyce Sims,
Dennis Brown,
Shuggie Otis,
Unrelated Segments,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Davy DMX,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.