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 Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Outsiders to the dance 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Shuggie Otis,
Joensuu 1685,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boogie Down Productions,
China Crisis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suicide,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tubeway Army,
The Monks,
Organ,
The United States of America,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultravox,
Flash Fearless,
The Slackers,
Au Pairs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Starr,
The Gun Club,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Deakin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kas Product,
Clear Light,
Second Layer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Real Kids,
The Mummies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Parrish,
Deepchord,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dawn Penn,
Ultra Naté,
Easy Going,
Gang of Four,
Zapp,
Alphaville,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pole,
Lower 48,
Eurythmics,
Roxy Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
OOIOO,
Morten Harket,
the Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
Glambeats Corp.,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.