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 Panama and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yusef Lateef to the grime 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
E-Dancer,
Royal Trux,
Oblivians,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxette,
Subhumans,
Henry Cow,
The Seeds,
Mantronix,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra,
Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul II Soul,
Intrusion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Certain Ratio,
Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Tubeway Army,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Buckinghams,
Unrelated Segments,
Audionom,
Tim Buckley,
John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Don Cherry,
Bronski Beat,
The Associates,
Gang Green,
cv313,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Trojans,
June of 44,
FM Einheit,
Fear,
Godley & Creme,
Accadde A,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Neon Judgement,
The Raincoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Stooges,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alison Limerick,
Sandy B,
Swell Maps,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.