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 Cyprus and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Jesper Dahlback to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
Bad Manners,
Circle Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moleskins,
Fatback Band,
Scrapy,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Ronan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q and Not U,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T.S.O.L.,
The Standells,
The Smoke,
June Days,
Lakeside,
Lower 48,
Los Fastidios,
Ultimate Spinach,
Toni Rubio,
Trumans Water,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Ronnie Foster,
Leonard Cohen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Y Pants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terry Callier,
The Knickerbockers,
The Tremeloes,
The Smiths,
UT,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
AZ,
Babytalk,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
Man Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Malaria!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bluetip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gap Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.