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 Bahamas and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Babytalk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Saccharine Trust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Janne Schatter,
Leonard Cohen,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Green,
Grauzone,
Gang Starr,
Bill Near,
Sound Behaviour,
Mandrill,
James White and The Blacks,
China Crisis,
Todd Terry,
The Doors,
Derrick May,
The Star Department,
Arab on Radar,
Sex Pistols,
Fela Kuti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gap Band,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Dolphy,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Bourne,
Prince Buster,
The Toasters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tubeway Army,
Guru Guru,
Ludus,
Nils Olav,
Panda Bear,
Brass Construction,
Black Bananas,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young,
Skriet,
Aloha Tigers,
Pierre Henry,
Donny Hathaway,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Style,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Almond,
The Flesh Eaters,
Urselle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faust,
Godley & Creme,
The Motions,
Trumans Water,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Finger,
Ronan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.