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 Guyana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Holger Czukay 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 Simply Red to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lindisfarne,
Can,
The Moody Blues,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Parrish,
Bill Wells,
LL Cool J,
The Blues Magoos,
Altered Images,
Peter and Kerry,
Inner City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Surgeon,
The Five Americans,
The Misunderstood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Standells,
Radiopuhelimet,
EPMD,
Public Enemy,
DJ Style,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Graham Central Station,
Stiv Bators,
Mad Mike,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick May,
Isaac Hayes,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Mills,
June Days,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vainqueur,
Althea and Donna,
Joey Negro,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mandrill,
Pierre Henry,
The Young Rascals,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Underground Resistance,
the Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Main Source,
Arcadia,
48th St. Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Television Personalities,
Nas,
Eddi Front,
Sex Pistols,
Arab on Radar,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.