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 Chad and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Darondo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Juan Atkins,
Isaac Hayes,
The Associates,
Essential Logic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cecil Taylor,
Bush Tetras,
Pylon,
Blossom Toes,
Fat Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Procol Harum,
the Association,
Peter & Gordon,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Starr,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry's Kids,
K-Klass,
Saccharine Trust,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Godley & Creme,
Al Stewart,
Oblivians,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers,
Aloha Tigers,
Cymande,
Carl Craig,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eli Mardock,
Symarip,
Minny Pops,
Underground Resistance,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Music Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Clear Light,
Marmalade,
Wire,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy Collins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dark Day,
OOIOO,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Leaves,
Livin' Joy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rotary Connection,
Eurythmics,
Zero Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Excepter,
Negative Approach,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.