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 Andorra and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the disco 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Letta Mbulu,
Aswad,
Cal Tjader,
Black Flag,
Idris Muhammad,
Connie Case,
Joey Negro,
Gang Starr,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Görl,
MDC,
Dawn Penn,
The Gories,
Carl Craig,
Swell Maps,
Arthur Verocai,
Juan Atkins,
Make Up,
Deakin,
Lungfish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wings,
Charles Mingus,
Hot Snakes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Birthday Party,
Black Bananas,
Von Mondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nas,
Public Enemy,
Neu!,
James White and The Blacks,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hashim,
Moss Icon,
Leonard Cohen,
Agent Orange,
DJ Style,
Dark Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Adolescents,
Flipper,
The Pretty Things,
Eurythmics,
Rotary Connection,
The American Breed,
Monolake,
Maurizio,
The Slackers,
Slick Rick,
The Gladiators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.