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 Jamaica and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 D'Angelo to the crunk 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Aural Exciters,
Godley & Creme,
Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Easy Going,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Ossler,
Alice Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cure,
Judy Mowatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fear,
DJ Style,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers,
The Beau Brummels,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flash Fearless,
Dual Sessions,
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Busters,
One Last Wish,
Angry Samoans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Near,
The Grass Roots,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Victims,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Leaves,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Franke,
Rotary Connection,
Dawn Penn,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang of Four,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gong,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
Buzzcocks,
Joy Division,
Tears for Fears,
Maurizio,
Vainqueur,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter & Gordon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.