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 United States and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Qualms to the rap 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Star Department,
Stiv Bators,
The Evens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pylon,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Wells,
Susan Cadogan,
Accadde A,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Whodini,
Little Man,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Ludus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marine Girls,
Shoche,
Main Source,
The Gories,
Scion,
Rites of Spring,
Massinfluence,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Don Cherry,
Roger Hodgson,
The Remains,
B.T. Express,
Urselle,
Bobby Sherman,
EPMD,
Todd Rundgren,
Eddi Front,
Dawn Penn,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
Frankie Knuckles,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Talk Talk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unwound,
The Buckinghams,
OOIOO,
Agitation Free,
Eurythmics,
The Vogues,
The Flesh Eaters,
U.S. Maple,
Funky Four + One,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sandy B,
The Motions,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.