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 Turkmenistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the crunk 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Gang Starr,
Malaria!,
Agent Orange,
The Index,
Can,
Main Source,
AZ,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Buckinghams,
The Pop Group,
Rosa Yemen,
FM Einheit,
Parry Music,
Liliput,
Little Man,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
Bronski Beat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Toasters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aural Exciters,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
This Heat,
New Order,
Don Cherry,
The Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Blake Baxter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harry Pussy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harmonia,
Radiohead,
Scion,
The Sonics,
Alphaville,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cluster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Young Rascals,
Deakin,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Wyatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Sheep,
Pylon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eddi Front,
the Human League,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.