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 Gambia and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Y Pants to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Oblivians,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacob Miller,
Wolf Eyes,
the Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funkadelic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fugazi,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
Sound Behaviour,
Quando Quango,
Black Bananas,
Hoover,
Danielle Patucci,
Agitation Free,
Suburban Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter and Kerry,
Whodini,
Surgeon,
Bronski Beat,
The Angels of Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liliput,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sister Nancy,
June of 44,
Royal Trux,
DJ Style,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Lucky Dragons,
Al Stewart,
Deepchord,
Camberwell Now,
The Divine Comedy,
Sight & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Marc Almond,
The Skatalites,
Malaria!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moebius,
Gang Starr,
The Golliwogs,
Drexciya,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
AZ,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.