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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 JFA to the dance 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Kas Product,
CMW,
The Gladiators,
Procol Harum,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Byrd,
June of 44,
Crooked Eye,
Mandrill,
U.S. Maple,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra,
Suicide,
Eric B and Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nas,
The Young Rascals,
Mo-Dettes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Can,
June Days,
Zapp,
Idris Muhammad,
The Skatalites,
The Fugs,
David McCallum,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arab on Radar,
Mark Hollis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Barrington Levy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The United States of America,
In Retrospect,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
Janne Schatter,
The Velvet Underground,
Fugazi,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Brothers Johnson,
Don Cherry,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.