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 Macedonia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Gories 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Andrew Hill,
EPMD,
The Names,
The Fortunes,
The Last Poets,
Mark Hollis,
Schoolly D,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flipper,
the Human League,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ken Boothe,
Funky Four + One,
Anthony Braxton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joyce Sims,
The Zeros,
Camberwell Now,
Yazoo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moebius,
Dark Day,
Black Flag,
Althea and Donna,
Tom Boy,
Pussy Galore,
Sam Rivers,
Reagan Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roger Hodgson,
Warsaw,
Kas Product,
Fugazi,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Letta Mbulu,
the Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barrington Levy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang of Four,
Man Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aswad,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brass Construction,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Goldenarms,
Eric Copeland,
DNA,
Stereo Dub,
Reuben Wilson,
Thompson Twins,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.