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 Morocco and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Jeru the Damaja to the electroclash 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Guru Guru,
Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kenny Larkin,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Connie Case,
The Fortunes,
The Black Dice,
Aural Exciters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shoche,
New Age Steppers,
Minny Pops,
Eden Ahbez,
Althea and Donna,
Intrusion,
The Associates,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monochrome Set,
Bush Tetras,
The Dead C,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
48th St. Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Gong,
Mandrill,
Bootsy Collins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Organ,
the Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eurythmics,
F. McDonald,
Morten Harket,
Blancmange,
The Moleskins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Hill,
Brick,
the Human League,
Tres Demented,
Joyce Sims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grey Daturas,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Mills,
AZ,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.