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 Armenia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Michelle Simonal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens,
Ludus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
The Remains,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Organ,
Nirvana,
Vainqueur,
Intrusion,
Alison Limerick,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Trojans,
T. Rex,
Barrington Levy,
Yaz,
The Happenings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scrapy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Sheep,
a-ha,
Stetsasonic,
the Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Subhumans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Leaves,
Loose Ends,
Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
The Count Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Model 500,
Con Funk Shun,
E-Dancer,
Ten City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Ultra Naté,
The Angels of Light,
Tom Boy,
Second Layer,
Sister Nancy,
The Blackbyrds,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Section 25,
L. Decosne,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed,
The Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.