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 Benin and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Banda Bassotti to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Funkadelic,
Althea and Donna,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Slick Rick,
The Golliwogs,
Fluxion,
Max Romeo,
Cybotron,
Altered Images,
Wally Richardson,
Radiopuhelimet,
China Crisis,
Ten City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rekid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sixth Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Marvin Gaye,
Bob Dylan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gladiators,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash,
Livin' Joy,
Yaz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Alton Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Groovy Waters,
Dennis Brown,
Q and Not U,
The Standells,
This Heat,
D'Angelo,
Bill Wells,
The Moleskins,
CMW,
The Raincoats,
The Leaves,
Ultra Naté,
The Gories,
Sound Behaviour,
Don Cherry,
Radiohead,
Pierre Henry,
The Move,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stetsasonic,
Sonic Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Iggy Pop,
Ornette Coleman,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.