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 Ecuador and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Dead C to the funk 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Ultra Naté,
X-102,
Unrelated Segments,
Lindisfarne,
Goldenarms,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
JFA,
Groovy Waters,
Eli Mardock,
The Names,
The Modern Lovers,
Little Man,
Ornette Coleman,
Byron Stingily,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Index,
Hashim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Metal Thangz,
Public Enemy,
Ludus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bob Dylan,
The Cowsills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
48th St. Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Nas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Main Source,
Bauhaus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scan 7,
Eurythmics,
Surgeon,
Fatback Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Procol Harum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dennis Brown,
Popol Vuh,
Scion,
Glenn Branca,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy,
Slick Rick,
MDC,
Bootsy Collins,
Model 500,
Colin Newman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker,
Thompson Twins,
A Certain Ratio,
Carl Craig,
Don Cherry,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.