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 Senegal and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Massinfluence to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
the Association,
Smog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scion,
Derrick May,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Index,
The Evens,
DNA,
R.M.O.,
Aural Exciters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kenny Larkin,
Suicide,
Lakeside,
The Busters,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Cale,
Crime,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rakim,
LL Cool J,
Shoche,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
The Durutti Column,
David McCallum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cybotron,
Iggy Pop,
the Human League,
Marc Almond,
David Axelrod,
The Pretty Things,
Darondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Second Layer,
Cal Tjader,
James White and The Blacks,
Depeche Mode,
Q and Not U,
Flash Fearless,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drexciya,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young,
Dark Day,
The Count Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül II,
Wally Richardson,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.