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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 LL Cool J to the dance 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Y Pants,
Pylon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grey Daturas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sugar Minott,
The Remains,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Residents,
Mr. Review,
Scientists,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Inner City,
X-102,
Sällskapet,
John Coltrane,
Pagans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Görl,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dead C,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Section 25,
Freddie Wadling,
Icehouse,
The Searchers,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glenn Branca,
June of 44,
Aaron Thompson,
In Retrospect,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sister Nancy,
Flipper,
Andrew Hill,
Bad Manners,
Danielle Patucci,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Young Rascals,
Talk Talk,
Delta 5,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bush Tetras,
The Busters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blackbyrds,
Nas,
Guru Guru,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.