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 Nepal and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 MC5 to the rap 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Axelrod,
Pere Ubu,
Alice Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Moebius,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wasted Youth,
Scrapy,
Todd Terry,
Cymande,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Hood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skarface,
X-101,
Scott Walker,
Desert Stars,
Pantaleimon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nirvana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hasil Adkins,
The Remains,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ponytail,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Crime,
Erasure,
The Kinks,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott Heron,
Susan Cadogan,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxette,
Faraquet,
Joy Division,
Joe Smooth,
Scan 7,
Bootsy Collins,
Lakeside,
Man Parrish,
Warsaw,
The Music Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Danielle Patucci,
Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T. Rex,
Sixth Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Soulsonic Force,
DNA,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.