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 Tuvalu and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Techniques,
Aswad,
Bluetip,
Sister Nancy,
Q and Not U,
The Associates,
Little Man,
Arthur Verocai,
One Last Wish,
Moby Grape,
The Buckinghams,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep,
Joe Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warsaw,
Flipper,
Absolute Body Control,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mandrill,
The Vogues,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Make Up,
Wally Richardson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spandau Ballet,
Unwound,
Black Moon,
Barbara Tucker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Severed Heads,
Eden Ahbez,
Brothers Johnson,
Soulsonic Force,
David McCallum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick May,
Tom Boy,
Suicide,
Crooked Eye,
Sällskapet,
Television Personalities,
Newcleus,
48th St. Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T. Rex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Khruangbin,
AZ,
Outsiders,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Womack,
Minnie Riperton,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.