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 Thailand and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Kerri Chandler to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Youth Brigade,
John Foxx,
Section 25,
Eve St. Jones,
H. Thieme,
Crash Course in Science,
Patti Smith,
ABC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick May,
Bad Manners,
Kenny Larkin,
U.S. Maple,
Can,
The Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Goldenarms,
Deakin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harry Pussy,
the Association,
Organ,
Fela Kuti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Easy Going,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pretty Things,
Bronski Beat,
Toni Rubio,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Human League,
Dark Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magma,
The Buckinghams,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
One Last Wish,
kango's stein massive,
Brand Nubian,
Zapp,
Terry Callier,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roger Hodgson,
Lyres,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cymande,
Lakeside,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.