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 Bulgaria and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Derrick May to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Aaron Thompson,
Eden Ahbez,
Carl Craig,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Godley & Creme,
Hot Snakes,
Scientists,
Guru Guru,
Dual Sessions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Section 25,
Max Romeo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faraquet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rotary Connection,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
a-ha,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drexciya,
Cymande,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dead Boys,
The Gories,
K-Klass,
Harpers Bizarre,
Panda Bear,
PIL,
Niagra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monolake,
Cecil Taylor,
The Last Poets,
Spoonie Gee,
John Lydon,
Albert Ayler,
Gabor Szabo,
Henry Cow,
Scan 7,
Smog,
Blossom Toes,
Absolute Body Control,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brand Nubian,
Lungfish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Happenings,
Bill Wells,
Altered Images,
Ice-T,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Bananas,
The Sonics,
The Kinks,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.