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 Iran and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dead Boys,
The Remains,
The Young Rascals,
Erasure,
Cheater Slicks,
Fugazi,
Faraquet,
Moby Grape,
Roger Hodgson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Bar-Kays,
Alton Ellis,
Neu!,
Ken Boothe,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sound,
Excepter,
Sparks,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Görl,
Stetsasonic,
Thee Headcoats,
B.T. Express,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Certain Ratio,
John Holt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moebius,
Clear Light,
Matthew Halsall,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crooked Eye,
Skaos,
Warren Ellis,
The Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra,
Danielle Patucci,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oblivians,
Wire,
the Slits,
The Barracudas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T. Rex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.