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 Angola and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Sun Ra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tommy Roe,
Organ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Guru Guru,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lungfish,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacques Brel,
Popol Vuh,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pagans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deadbeat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
The Dead C,
Jimmy McGriff,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed,
Kerri Chandler,
June Days,
Josef K,
Lalann,
The Searchers,
Yazoo,
John Cale,
Ice-T,
Severed Heads,
The Victims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moody Blues,
Crash Course in Science,
Los Fastidios,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donny Hathaway,
The Beau Brummels,
Urselle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mary Jane Girls,
D'Angelo,
X-Ray Spex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.