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 Italy and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Idris Muhammad,
EPMD,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed,
Skarface,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharoah Sanders,
LL Cool J,
Soft Machine,
Sällskapet,
Groovy Waters,
The Mojo Men,
Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Rufus Thomas,
Joyce Sims,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
CMW,
Scrapy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ludus,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Green,
Stereo Dub,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maleditus Sound,
Henry Cow,
Don Cherry,
Barclay James Harvest,
DNA,
Accadde A,
The Moleskins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ken Boothe,
The Cowsills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiohead,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sight & Sound,
The Motions,
cv313,
Robert Görl,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Starr,
Dawn Penn,
Skaos,
Q and Not U,
Cameo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yazoo,
the Bar-Kays,
Surgeon,
Suburban Knight,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.