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 Argentina 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Cybotron to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Connie Case,
The Names,
Ten City,
DJ Sneak,
Anakelly,
Ronan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Danielle Patucci,
Marvin Gaye,
Gichy Dan,
Funky Four + One,
Spoonie Gee,
The Red Krayola,
The Standells,
Brand Nubian,
The Blackbyrds,
Wings,
cv313,
Au Pairs,
The Raincoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Near,
Whodini,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Schoolly D,
Duran Duran,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerri Chandler,
Lungfish,
Make Up,
Rod Modell,
June Days,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Graham Central Station,
Flamin' Groovies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Howard Jones,
Qualms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smoke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crime,
Toni Rubio,
Marmalade,
Japan,
The Sound,
Brick,
Cymande,
Aaron Thompson,
Eurythmics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Groovy Waters,
the Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.