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 Spain and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 T. Rex to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Subhumans,
Jacques Brel,
The Cure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Near,
Quantec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantytec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Holt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ponytail,
Urselle,
Derrick May,
Magma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Altered Images,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lower 48,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joensuu 1685,
The Happenings,
Average White Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Move,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boogie Down Productions,
The United States of America,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Symarip,
Lyres,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Rundgren,
Half Japanese,
Yellowson,
This Heat,
Cluster,
Vladislav Delay,
ABC,
Soft Cell,
Nico,
Das Ding,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Remains,
The Evens,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Green,
The Dave Clark Five,
One Last Wish,
Robert Görl,
Depeche Mode,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Mills,
Rapeman,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.