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 Laos 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Dennis Brown to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Charles Mingus,
FM Einheit,
Blossom Toes,
Alice Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
the Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
The Young Rascals,
the Bar-Kays,
Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Marmalade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Dolphy,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Hood,
The Gladiators,
Quadrant,
Oblivians,
Yazoo,
The Litter,
Mark Hollis,
Drexciya,
The Mojo Men,
Howard Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Popol Vuh,
The Buckinghams,
Whodini,
Newcleus,
Jacques Brel,
Dave Gahan,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül,
Section 25,
Index,
Pere Ubu,
MC5,
Camouflage,
B.T. Express,
Rapeman,
Nas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hoover,
Eurythmics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Max Romeo,
Au Pairs,
Dennis Brown,
The Offenders,
DJ Style,
Morten Harket,
cv313,
The Slits,
Q and Not U,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.