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 Congo 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the techno 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
48th St. Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Leonard Cohen,
The Standells,
Donny Hathaway,
Scion,
Matthew Halsall,
Marmalade,
Babytalk,
Steve Hackett,
The Dead C,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maleditus Sound,
Swell Maps,
Grauzone,
John Lydon,
The Associates,
Ultravox,
Minor Threat,
EPMD,
Fat Boys,
Japan,
Derrick Morgan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacques Brel,
H. Thieme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Boredoms,
Archie Shepp,
Supertramp,
Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Gong,
The Invisible,
Basic Channel,
Laurel Aitken,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Count Five,
Motorama,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Saccharine Trust,
Anakelly,
Terrestrial Tones,
Excepter,
E-Dancer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Essential Logic,
Tommy Roe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Main Source,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.