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 Ethiopia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moleskins,
Ken Boothe,
The Remains,
The Buckinghams,
Wire,
Scientists,
Symarip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deakin,
Soulsonic Force,
John Foxx,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Index,
Lungfish,
Second Layer,
Rakim,
John Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Sherman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angry Samoans,
Liliput,
Khruangbin,
The Modern Lovers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Archie Shepp,
Maleditus Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grauzone,
Lou Christie,
Aloha Tigers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Residents,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Gang Dance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pagans,
Boz Scaggs,
Dave Gahan,
Jacob Miller,
Average White Band,
Country Teasers,
Reuben Wilson,
Scrapy,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Moebius,
Idris Muhammad,
Masters at Work,
The Red Krayola,
Schoolly D,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.