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 the UAE and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Bill Wells,
Dual Sessions,
Fugazi,
The Blues Magoos,
Sister Nancy,
Basic Channel,
The Mummies,
The Cure,
Au Pairs,
Roxette,
These Immortal Souls,
Cheater Slicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Sex Pistols,
The Evens,
Underground Resistance,
The Raincoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pole,
Bill Near,
Flash Fearless,
Sam Rivers,
MDC,
Eric Copeland,
the Association,
The Moody Blues,
Desert Stars,
Jandek,
Soft Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T. Rex,
Kaleidoscope,
The Saints,
Jimmy McGriff,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pere Ubu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Judy Mowatt,
Yaz,
The Victims,
The Searchers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Loose Ends,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül II,
Unrelated Segments,
Moby Grape,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.