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 Estonia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hashim to the rock 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Kerri Chandler,
La Düsseldorf,
Boz Scaggs,
Cecil Taylor,
Dark Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heaven 17,
Simply Red,
Japan,
The Angels of Light,
Sällskapet,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Womack,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Procol Harum,
Fatback Band,
Wire,
The Doors,
Oneida,
AZ,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythm & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yellowson,
Gichy Dan,
Tom Boy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ohio Players,
Ossler,
Scion,
The Blues Magoos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Loose Ends,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Desert Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New York Dolls,
Peter & Gordon,
X-101,
Marc Almond,
Newcleus,
Basic Channel,
Don Cherry,
Mo-Dettes,
Quantec,
Agent Orange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Main Source,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scratch Acid,
Duran Duran,
Lower 48,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slick Rick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.