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 Malta 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Roxy.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hoover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faraquet,
Juan Atkins,
X-102,
Joy Division,
Ludus,
Josef K,
Magma,
Charles Mingus,
The Music Machine,
R.M.O.,
Kerri Chandler,
Scientists,
Gang Starr,
Nico,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mantronix,
The Vogues,
Joyce Sims,
Henry Cow,
Derrick May,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Porter Ricks,
Delta 5,
The Fire Engines,
Gong,
cv313,
The Searchers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ice-T,
The American Breed,
Johnny Clarke,
The Names,
Cluster,
The Barracudas,
Black Pus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donald Byrd,
The Cramps,
Black Sheep,
Todd Terry,
Trumans Water,
Vainqueur,
Dennis Brown,
Gichy Dan,
The Zeros,
Yazoo,
The Associates,
Parry Music,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.