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 Jamaica and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wings to the punk 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skriet,
Bluetip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joyce Sims,
Silicon Teens,
Blancmange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moss Icon,
Intrusion,
Sarah Menescal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Basic Channel,
Masters at Work,
Barrington Levy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cramps,
Nas,
Liliput,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Finger,
Soul II Soul,
Pussy Galore,
Roxy Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cybotron,
Nico,
Godley & Creme,
48th St. Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drexciya,
The Move,
Urselle,
The Victims,
Technova,
The Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Moon,
The Names,
Brand Nubian,
Rufus Thomas,
Babytalk,
D'Angelo,
Gichy Dan,
Brass Construction,
Camberwell Now,
Vladislav Delay,
Mandrill,
The Misunderstood,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.