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 Libya and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Lyres,
U.S. Maple,
Ornette Coleman,
Mo-Dettes,
Arthur Verocai,
Fad Gadget,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
UT,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
JFA,
The Invisible,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Machine,
Rapeman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Scion,
The New Christs,
Sandy B,
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Vogues,
Brothers Johnson,
These Immortal Souls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Sheep,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Black Dice,
The Five Americans,
Ronan,
Gabor Szabo,
The Trojans,
Bad Manners,
Cymande,
Fluxion,
the Swans,
Skaos,
Pulsallama,
Rosa Yemen,
Japan,
DNA,
Josef K,
Eric Copeland,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Sneak,
Moby Grape,
X-101,
The Cowsills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Das Ding,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.