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 Korea North and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Kool Moe Dee to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Sällskapet,
Maurizio,
Deadbeat,
Boz Scaggs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fat Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
R.M.O.,
Agent Orange,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-102,
Alison Limerick,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Mills,
Mr. Review,
John Foxx,
Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eddi Front,
The Seeds,
Lakeside,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sixth Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arab on Radar,
Shuggie Otis,
Siglo XX,
Grauzone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gap Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
Porter Ricks,
Panda Bear,
Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Reagan Youth,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Shoche,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Technova,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bad Manners,
Mantronix,
Funky Four + One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.