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 Lesotho and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Grass Roots,
Make Up,
Zero Boys,
Cameo,
Deadbeat,
Mo-Dettes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fatback Band,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Royal Trux,
JFA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
In Retrospect,
The Mummies,
Minor Threat,
Niagra,
Model 500,
The Motions,
Yazoo,
Gichy Dan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crooked Eye,
Amazonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry's Kids,
The Offenders,
the Association,
The Gap Band,
The Evens,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gong,
Thee Headcoats,
Deepchord,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tom Boy,
The Names,
The Remains,
Eurythmics,
Bob Dylan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pretty Things,
Nas,
Mandrill,
Groovy Waters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Flag,
Grey Daturas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slackers,
The Monks,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.