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 Indonesia and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Junior Murvin to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Cymande,
Alton Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Patti Smith,
Mandrill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nirvana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Association,
Suicide,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy Collins,
Funky Four + One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Kinks,
Lyres,
X-101,
Monolake,
Bauhaus,
Lalann,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
kango's stein massive,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed,
Jacob Miller,
Clear Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Surgeon,
The Divine Comedy,
The Red Krayola,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nico,
Bronski Beat,
The Modern Lovers,
The Music Machine,
Ossler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moss Icon,
Pole,
Roxette,
Con Funk Shun,
One Last Wish,
Reagan Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Niagra,
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter & Gordon,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Copeland,
Lower 48,
Brand Nubian,
Henry Cow,
Quantec,
Vladislav Delay,
Negative Approach,
Mark Hollis,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.