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 Toronto.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 DJ Style to the techno 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonic Youth,
Roxy Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Scan 7,
Jacques Brel,
Sam Rivers,
Lungfish,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Grass Roots,
Rod Modell,
Mad Mike,
Stetsasonic,
David McCallum,
Sound Behaviour,
The Red Krayola,
Moebius,
Main Source,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dennis Brown,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül II,
The Busters,
Carl Craig,
DJ Style,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango,
New Order,
Tubeway Army,
Stereo Dub,
the Swans,
Masters at Work,
Faraquet,
The Durutti Column,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visage,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronan,
DNA,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skarface,
Gong,
Youth Brigade,
Crooked Eye,
Livin' Joy,
Procol Harum,
In Retrospect,
Joey Negro,
Sixth Finger,
New York Dolls,
Scrapy,
The Real Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.