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 Qatar and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
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 synthesizer 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yaz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pop Group,
Symarip,
Derrick Morgan,
Zapp,
Main Source,
Spandau Ballet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Enemy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Surgeon,
Absolute Body Control,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donald Byrd,
Flipper,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Happenings,
Jacob Miller,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smoke,
Roxette,
Alice Coltrane,
the Normal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fela Kuti,
Subhumans,
Patti Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boredoms,
Skriet,
Desert Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bad Manners,
Silicon Teens,
Lungfish,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blossom Toes,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Hill,
Agent Orange,
kango's stein massive,
Heaven 17,
The Mummies,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.