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 Croatia and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
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 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 ABBA to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
DJ Style,
Infiniti,
Siglo XX,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Normal,
Robert Wyatt,
Sam Rivers,
David Bowie,
The Trojans,
10cc,
The Saints,
Minny Pops,
Dark Day,
Camberwell Now,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sällskapet,
Stiv Bators,
The Gap Band,
The Tremeloes,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young,
Boz Scaggs,
Jandek,
Mr. Review,
Kenny Larkin,
Nirvana,
Radiohead,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxette,
These Immortal Souls,
Reuben Wilson,
Eli Mardock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Popol Vuh,
Cal Tjader,
Alton Ellis,
Jawbox,
The Doors,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Bananas,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
The Beau Brummels,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Names,
Anthony Braxton,
Young Marble Giants,
Rapeman,
Monolake,
The Neon Judgement,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.