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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Rapeman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anakelly,
Jawbox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Bourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ornette Coleman,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Almond,
Cal Tjader,
The Pop Group,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Style,
June Days,
Section 25,
Scott Walker,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Isaac Hayes,
Howard Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Machine,
Malaria!,
D'Angelo,
Scrapy,
Sixth Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Bowie,
Eric Dolphy,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra,
Stiv Bators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Last Poets,
Severed Heads,
Pulsallama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mission of Burma,
Deepchord,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nils Olav,
the Bar-Kays,
Grey Daturas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Don Cherry,
Barrington Levy,
Wasted Youth,
Black Moon,
the Sonics,
Mandrill,
Icehouse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Angels of Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.