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 Serbia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Rapeman to the punk 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unrelated Segments,
X-102,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Sherman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monolake,
The Leaves,
Niagra,
The Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultravox,
Lakeside,
Interpol,
Scott Walker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nas,
The Blackbyrds,
Zero Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Reuben Wilson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swell Maps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smoke,
Schoolly D,
Oblivians,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Terry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sarah Menescal,
Urselle,
Au Pairs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
The Monks,
David McCallum,
Theoretical Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Mantronix,
Inner City,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zapp,
Scrapy,
Rites of Spring,
Blossom Toes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.