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 Togo 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pantytec to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angry Samoans,
Cymande,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rites of Spring,
Joey Negro,
Tres Demented,
Hasil Adkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neu!,
Skarface,
the Fania All-Stars,
Qualms,
Gichy Dan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Evens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Selecter,
Donald Byrd,
Lalann,
DJ Sneak,
Average White Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sparks,
Cecil Taylor,
Kenny Larkin,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
D'Angelo,
Soul II Soul,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lakeside,
The Residents,
Matthew Bourne,
Smog,
The Monochrome Set,
Young Marble Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Almond,
The Standells,
48th St. Collective,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scrapy,
Ultravox,
Rapeman,
Max Romeo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacques Brel,
cv313,
EPMD,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Sherman,
Yazoo,
Bush Tetras,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.