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 Greece and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Techniques to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Gichy Dan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
Eli Mardock,
Wasted Youth,
The Moody Blues,
The Barracudas,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra,
The United States of America,
The Raincoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yazoo,
Wings,
Thompson Twins,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronnie Foster,
Motorama,
the Association,
Public Enemy,
The J.B.'s,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
H. Thieme,
Todd Terry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cal Tjader,
The Residents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris Corsano,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dorothy Ashby,
10cc,
Tubeway Army,
Moby Grape,
Bill Near,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Kinks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Leaves,
Funky Four + One,
Crime,
Nick Fraelich,
Sparks,
Roxy Music,
Barbara Tucker,
Flash Fearless,
China Crisis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cecil Taylor,
Gabor Szabo,
Moss Icon,
Idris Muhammad,
Ponytail,
Bad Manners,
The Star Department,
Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.