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 Kosovo 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Ronnie Foster to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Letta Mbulu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABBA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash,
Malaria!,
Eric B and Rakim,
David McCallum,
Minutemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tommy Roe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
The Walker Brothers,
Rapeman,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Almond,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Moon,
Zapp,
Subhumans,
The Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Görl,
Boz Scaggs,
Drexciya,
The Modern Lovers,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
D'Angelo,
Deepchord,
B.T. Express,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barry Ungar,
Unwound,
Eddi Front,
The Gap Band,
Sam Rivers,
Pylon,
cv313,
Alice Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Japan,
Maurizio,
Smog,
Television Personalities,
Pantaleimon,
Siglo XX,
Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.