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 Samoa and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Metal Thangz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Skaos,
Soulsonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Names,
Monks,
the Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Accadde A,
Steve Hackett,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Bourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thee Headcoats,
Harmonia,
The Five Americans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
Unwound,
Con Funk Shun,
Young Marble Giants,
Camouflage,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cure,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Womack,
Magazine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Eric Dolphy,
Alison Limerick,
Marmalade,
Brass Construction,
The Techniques,
The Stooges,
Easy Going,
Parry Music,
The Standells,
Sun Ra,
Mars,
Bob Dylan,
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Style,
The Dirtbombs,
Amazonics,
Eurythmics,
June Days,
Gong,
Clear Light,
the Soft Cell,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.