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 Luxembourg and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
Excepter,
China Crisis,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Womack,
Theoretical Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Royal Trux,
Malaria!,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Green,
Alice Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Monolake,
Jeff Lynne,
Wire,
Faust,
Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Wings,
Soulsonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
cv313,
L. Decosne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scientists,
Bootsy Collins,
Cluster,
Vainqueur,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Moon,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mojo Men,
Jacques Brel,
Dead Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eurythmics,
Kas Product,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantytec,
The Seeds,
Joey Negro,
The Blackbyrds,
Angry Samoans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Machine,
Inner City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Black Dice,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.