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 Marshall Islands and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ohio Players to the grunge 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Letta Mbulu,
Index,
The Buckinghams,
Jeru the Damaja,
Parry Music,
Hoover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Groovy Waters,
Chris & Cosey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Goldenarms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Whodini,
Heaven 17,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oblivians,
Flash Fearless,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Angels of Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Loose Ends,
Radiopuhelimet,
Supertramp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
D'Angelo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unrelated Segments,
The Motions,
Magma,
Nick Fraelich,
Soulsonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Newcleus,
Theoretical Girls,
The Misunderstood,
The Fortunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dirtbombs,
Joey Negro,
a-ha,
Iggy Pop,
Echospace,
Scrapy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Graham Central Station,
Visage,
Marine Girls,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy Collins,
Funky Four + One,
Motorama,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalann,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.