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 Norway and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Tubeway Army to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Terry,
Porter Ricks,
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Erykah Badu,
Q and Not U,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bob Dylan,
The Toasters,
Buzzcocks,
Bad Manners,
Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Freddie Wadling,
Delta 5,
Yazoo,
E-Dancer,
The Motions,
X-101,
Iggy Pop,
Junior Murvin,
Thee Headcoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bluetip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Moss Icon,
Yaz,
John Holt,
Aloha Tigers,
The Kinks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Age Steppers,
Crooked Eye,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visage,
The Skatalites,
Das Ding,
Judy Mowatt,
In Retrospect,
The Trojans,
Bauhaus,
Pulsallama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funky Four + One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ludus,
Michelle Simonal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bronski Beat,
The Move,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deepchord,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.