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 Bahamas and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Leonard Cohen to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Barrington Levy,
The Fall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed,
John Lydon,
Urselle,
Mandrill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Altered Images,
Marmalade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Isaac Hayes,
The Motions,
Faust,
Toni Rubio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smoke,
The Fortunes,
The Sonics,
Pole,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Starr,
The Blues Magoos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Susan Cadogan,
Blossom Toes,
Eurythmics,
The Gun Club,
Donald Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Guru Guru,
The Invisible,
Pussy Galore,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Sneak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Schoolly D,
Babytalk,
the Bar-Kays,
Television Personalities,
Mars,
Gichy Dan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nas,
Black Bananas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerri Chandler,
Hoover,
Sixth Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Arcadia,
The Modern Lovers,
10cc,
Ponytail,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Copeland,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.