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 Armenia and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille 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 marimba 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 Man Eating Sloth to the jazz 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fuzztones,
Trumans Water,
Cal Tjader,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
World's Most,
Japan,
Arcadia,
The Dead C,
Guru Guru,
Dennis Brown,
The Moody Blues,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Holt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Das Ding,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moby Grape,
Outsiders,
The Human League,
Babytalk,
Zapp,
Sandy B,
Joe Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Grey Daturas,
D'Angelo,
Jawbox,
The Wake,
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Absolute Body Control,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Finger,
David Bowie,
Make Up,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Schoolly D,
Funky Four + One,
Average White Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mad Mike,
June Days,
Easy Going,
AZ,
Mark Hollis,
Newcleus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Mills,
Black Sheep,
Gong,
L. Decosne,
Chris & Cosey,
Magma,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.