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 Eritrea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lungfish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Foxx,
Eli Mardock,
Ultra Naté,
Essential Logic,
Spoonie Gee,
Carl Craig,
Nirvana,
Animal Collective,
Symarip,
The Litter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yusef Lateef,
H. Thieme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shuggie Otis,
Theoretical Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Das Ding,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thompson Twins,
John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Rundgren,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Metal Thangz,
X-102,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Freddie Wadling,
Duran Duran,
Barry Ungar,
Deakin,
Kas Product,
Iggy Pop,
The Vogues,
Q and Not U,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Black Dice,
Pantaleimon,
The Pop Group,
The Saints,
Spandau Ballet,
Basic Channel,
Procol Harum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warren Ellis,
Radiohead,
Ultravox,
Absolute Body Control,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.