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 Mongolia and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Slick Rick,
The Last Poets,
L. Decosne,
Alton Ellis,
Skarface,
Liliput,
Fela Kuti,
Lungfish,
Pere Ubu,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gap Band,
The Residents,
Isaac Hayes,
DNA,
Moebius,
The Pop Group,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Radiohead,
The Gories,
Agitation Free,
Jacques Brel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zero Boys,
Rod Modell,
Ornette Coleman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Howard Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Cell,
The Move,
Al Stewart,
Cheater Slicks,
Eli Mardock,
Tres Demented,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
CMW,
The Fuzztones,
Blake Baxter,
Unwound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bauhaus,
In Retrospect,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lakeside,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thompson Twins,
Iggy Pop,
Jimmy McGriff,
R.M.O.,
Scion,
Funky Four + One,
FM Einheit,
Visage,
Guru Guru,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.