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 China and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 The Evens to the rap 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Joensuu 1685,
Tears for Fears,
Mantronix,
Boredoms,
Albert Ayler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kevin Saunderson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Index,
Bobby Womack,
The Cramps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Saints,
The Offenders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Steve Hackett,
Sixth Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fuzztones,
Spandau Ballet,
Lucky Dragons,
Shoche,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Clarke,
Ken Boothe,
Lungfish,
Wasted Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Yusef Lateef,
Marvin Gaye,
Symarip,
Patti Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Maurizio,
Newcleus,
Camouflage,
The Music Machine,
Outsiders,
Gichy Dan,
Prince Buster,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roger Hodgson,
EPMD,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Copeland,
Khruangbin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.