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 Thailand and from London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ice-T 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wasted Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris Corsano,
Radio Birdman,
Inner City,
Ituana,
The Moleskins,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Order,
EPMD,
Black Pus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Sound Behaviour,
The Real Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Grey Daturas,
Spoonie Gee,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Motions,
Young Marble Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiopuhelimet,
cv313,
Pere Ubu,
Black Flag,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
CMW,
Can,
Bad Manners,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mantronix,
Masters at Work,
In Retrospect,
Pole,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul II Soul,
Janne Schatter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Freddie Wadling,
L. Decosne,
Wire,
The Count Five,
Cymande,
Soulsonic Force,
Brick,
Nas,
Scion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Martian,
Aswad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.