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 Congo and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jesper Dahlback to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Joey Negro,
Quantec,
Procol Harum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Model 500,
The Music Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Camberwell Now,
Altered Images,
Qualms,
New Order,
Sound Behaviour,
Dead Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Bourne,
Connie Case,
Japan,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Style,
Marmalade,
Donald Byrd,
The Names,
Fluxion,
The Kinks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Franke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skaos,
Faraquet,
The Five Americans,
Slick Rick,
Television Personalities,
Nik Kershaw,
China Crisis,
Surgeon,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Foxx,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blake Baxter,
Cecil Taylor,
Dark Day,
Bobby Womack,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
The Standells,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monochrome Set,
The Index,
Clear Light,
LL Cool J,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.