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 Luxembourg 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wasted Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Groovy Waters,
Delon & Dalcan,
K-Klass,
Mandrill,
Los Fastidios,
Symarip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Negative Approach,
The Zeros,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Mission of Burma,
Panda Bear,
Faraquet,
World's Most,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Trojans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Qualms,
Malaria!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
EPMD,
Gabor Szabo,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slick Rick,
The Slackers,
Icehouse,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Wells,
Prince Buster,
The Sound,
Bluetip,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
cv313,
The Dead C,
The Mojo Men,
The Barracudas,
Lyres,
Crime,
L. Decosne,
Fear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pylon,
The Victims,
Quando Quango,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.