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 Bolivia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 The Fire Engines to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantytec,
David Bowie,
Byron Stingily,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fluxion,
Scion,
Swell Maps,
Siglo XX,
The Remains,
Tropical Tobacco,
Danielle Patucci,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pere Ubu,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Womack,
Soul II Soul,
The Associates,
The Cramps,
Outsiders,
Surgeon,
Kas Product,
the Swans,
Hardrive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sam Rivers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Japan,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Robert Wyatt,
the Association,
Hot Snakes,
Animal Collective,
Erasure,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Star Department,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MDC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ken Boothe,
Panda Bear,
Anakelly,
The Sonics,
David McCallum,
Cymande,
Little Man,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalo Schifrin,
Supertramp,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.