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 London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fela Kuti,
The Residents,
Circle Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Reagan Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rapeman,
The American Breed,
Niagra,
Scott Walker,
The Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flipper,
Eric Copeland,
the Slits,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Clarke,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Pus,
Suicide,
Derrick May,
Wings,
Bush Tetras,
Q65,
Soulsonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-102,
Make Up,
Nico,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tim Buckley,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rosa Yemen,
Colin Newman,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Desert Stars,
Ten City,
The Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faraquet,
These Immortal Souls,
Charles Mingus,
Lungfish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moleskins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.