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 Greece and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Neon Judgement to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Kinks,
Half Japanese,
Jandek,
Wolf Eyes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minor Threat,
Kas Product,
The Black Dice,
Little Man,
Lower 48,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantytec,
Mr. Review,
Cymande,
Dual Sessions,
This Heat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Monks,
Simply Red,
Unwound,
Ohio Players,
Blossom Toes,
Negative Approach,
The Music Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Duran Duran,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terry Callier,
The Walker Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Black Moon,
Ituana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neu!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare,
The Tremeloes,
Pole,
Frankie Knuckles,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Moby Grape,
The Stooges,
H. Thieme,
Bronski Beat,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers,
Black Sheep,
Rites of Spring,
Scan 7,
Sonic Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Aural Exciters,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.