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 Ecuador and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Mission of Burma to the grime 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian 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?
Rapeman,
Oblivians,
Youth Brigade,
John Holt,
Boredoms,
La Düsseldorf,
Q and Not U,
Marvin Gaye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Angels of Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agitation Free,
Mars,
Leonard Cohen,
Dead Boys,
Liliput,
Amon Düül II,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wings,
The Last Poets,
Lower 48,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magma,
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
Livin' Joy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Khruangbin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Severed Heads,
Duran Duran,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Residents,
New York Dolls,
Howard Jones,
Ponytail,
Toni Rubio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James White and The Blacks,
Scan 7,
The Doobie Brothers,
PIL,
Eurythmics,
Maleditus Sound,
Henry Cow,
Scrapy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T. Rex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
cv313,
Arthur Verocai,
The Wake,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.