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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 EPMD 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Last Poets,
Aloha Tigers,
Thee Headcoats,
Little Man,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Holt,
Marine Girls,
cv313,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mandrill,
The Gories,
EPMD,
Archie Shepp,
Wire,
Altered Images,
The Busters,
Groovy Waters,
Nils Olav,
Marmalade,
DJ Sneak,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lyres,
X-101,
Rekid,
Joensuu 1685,
Barrington Levy,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Enemy,
The Move,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sound Behaviour,
The Index,
Fatback Band,
The Fugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bush Tetras,
Connie Case,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blackbyrds,
Motorama,
Infiniti,
Black Flag,
the Normal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Godley & Creme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
Easy Going,
Isaac Hayes,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.