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 Tajikistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mandrill to the crunk 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wolf Eyes,
FM Einheit,
Yazoo,
Jerry's Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
One Last Wish,
D'Angelo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
B.T. Express,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thompson Twins,
Aswad,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick Morgan,
Negative Approach,
Gong,
Little Man,
Ossler,
Absolute Body Control,
Archie Shepp,
Tubeway Army,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delta 5,
Pagans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slick Rick,
The Blackbyrds,
KRS-One,
H. Thieme,
DJ Sneak,
PIL,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Evens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Real Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Circle Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Simply Red,
Yellowson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Brick,
Agent Orange,
New Age Steppers,
Deadbeat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grey Daturas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mojo Men,
Intrusion,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ponytail,
Lalo Schifrin,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.