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 Thailand and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Thee Headcoats to the rock 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
a-ha,
Franke,
the Human League,
Sun Ra,
The Cowsills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Skaos,
Isaac Hayes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stereo Dub,
Colin Newman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül,
The Names,
The Barracudas,
Au Pairs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sunsets and Hearts,
kango's stein massive,
Kerri Chandler,
In Retrospect,
Tears for Fears,
Masters at Work,
Ralphi Rosario,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gories,
Fear,
Black Sheep,
The Monochrome Set,
Barrington Levy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Grass Roots,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barry Ungar,
The Smiths,
Moby Grape,
The Searchers,
Wire,
The Dave Clark Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Steve Hackett,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Stooges,
Minnie Riperton,
Donald Byrd,
Urselle,
One Last Wish,
Fluxion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Janne Schatter,
JFA,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.