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 India and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Drexciya to the jazz 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Kevin Saunderson,
Freddie Wadling,
Erykah Badu,
Eddi Front,
Don Cherry,
Radiohead,
The Litter,
Easy Going,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mummies,
Danielle Patucci,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Angels of Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fuzztones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slave,
Andrew Hill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Popol Vuh,
Joey Negro,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sight & Sound,
The Selecter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brass Construction,
Ronnie Foster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soulsonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Althea and Donna,
The Modern Lovers,
Marine Girls,
DJ Style,
Crooked Eye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Depeche Mode,
Chrome,
The Associates,
Cymande,
Gong,
Lakeside,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flash Fearless,
Intrusion,
Desert Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Loose Ends,
Minny Pops,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Mandrill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Schoolly D,
Q65,
Barclay James Harvest,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.