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 Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cramps,
Chrome,
EPMD,
Sandy B,
Suicide,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boogie Down Productions,
China Crisis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bluetip,
Cheater Slicks,
Y Pants,
Marvin Gaye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Organ,
Harmonia,
Accadde A,
Matthew Halsall,
Wire,
Grey Daturas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ohio Players,
Henry Cow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Don Cherry,
the Association,
The Real Kids,
Cameo,
Shoche,
Circle Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Althea and Donna,
The Raincoats,
The American Breed,
Faraquet,
Lakeside,
Hashim,
The Dave Clark Five,
The United States of America,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Offenders,
Iggy Pop,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dead C,
Terry Callier,
June of 44,
Albert Ayler,
Sound Behaviour,
Infiniti,
Brand Nubian,
The Mummies,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.