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 Eritrea and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Andrew Hill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Monolake,
The Human League,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Con Funk Shun,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABC,
The Knickerbockers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Bourne,
The Searchers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Lynne,
Bronski Beat,
The Zeros,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Ten City,
Josef K,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronan,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Average White Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Terry,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Clarke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sandy B,
the Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Barry Ungar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy Collins,
Erasure,
Eric Dolphy,
Chrome,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Grass Roots,
Ice-T,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grauzone,
The Tremeloes,
Erykah Badu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Schoolly D,
The Blues Magoos,
Unwound,
The Monochrome Set,
the Germs,
Sound Behaviour,
Wally Richardson,
Ponytail,
Aswad,
The Moody Blues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stereo Dub,
Liliput,
Adolescents,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.