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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the jazz 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Pulsallama,
Soft Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Audionom,
Porter Ricks,
Faust,
Trumans Water,
Amazonics,
The Fall,
Ken Boothe,
Aaron Thompson,
The Move,
The Fortunes,
The Last Poets,
Spoonie Gee,
Sister Nancy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wasted Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Ponytail,
Derrick Morgan,
The Modern Lovers,
Unwound,
The Zeros,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zero Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Junior Murvin,
Khruangbin,
MC5,
Roy Ayers,
Television,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Lindisfarne,
The Cure,
K-Klass,
This Heat,
Barrington Levy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cymande,
Dead Boys,
The Count Five,
Jacob Miller,
R.M.O.,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiohead,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marine Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Fear,
Crime,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gabor Szabo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.