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 St Lucia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Ronnie Foster to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Albert Ayler,
the Germs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Khruangbin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Patti Smith,
K-Klass,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bauhaus,
The Offenders,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
Ice-T,
The Golliwogs,
Animal Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül,
PIL,
Freddie Wadling,
Ten City,
CMW,
Section 25,
Jeff Mills,
Vainqueur,
Arab on Radar,
Slave,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Basic Channel,
T. Rex,
The Velvet Underground,
Metal Thangz,
The Modern Lovers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doors,
Warsaw,
Dennis Brown,
10cc,
Nik Kershaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Walker Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Massinfluence,
Electric Light Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flipper,
The Busters,
The Grass Roots,
Isaac Hayes,
Mr. Review,
Sugar Minott,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hot Snakes,
Yazoo,
Faust,
Janne Schatter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Little Man,
One Last Wish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.