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 Korea South and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Crash Course in Science to the grime 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lucky Dragons,
Sällskapet,
Gang Green,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Japan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Guru Guru,
Aloha Tigers,
Dark Day,
Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
The Skatalites,
Oneida,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed,
Magazine,
The Moleskins,
Vainqueur,
Animal Collective,
Mr. Review,
Lower 48,
Whodini,
Stereo Dub,
Buzzcocks,
Severed Heads,
Aural Exciters,
Pole,
Q65,
CMW,
OOIOO,
Judy Mowatt,
Das Ding,
Moebius,
Kas Product,
Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
X-102,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ponytail,
The Happenings,
Wire,
Warsaw,
Chris & Cosey,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Busters,
Wolf Eyes,
The Star Department,
Nation of Ulysses,
Patti Smith,
EPMD,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Vogues,
Vladislav Delay,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.