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 South Africa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Red Krayola to the grunge 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Gabor Szabo,
Anthony Braxton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dead C,
The Beau Brummels,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Sherman,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Christie,
the Association,
The Sonics,
New Order,
Whodini,
Fat Boys,
Barry Ungar,
John Foxx,
Dual Sessions,
The Raincoats,
Lyres,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Depeche Mode,
DNA,
AZ,
Ultravox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Nirvana,
Johnny Clarke,
The Evens,
Swell Maps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mandrill,
Magma,
Japan,
Wally Richardson,
Tim Buckley,
Sex Pistols,
MDC,
The Smoke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dawn Penn,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television Personalities,
Y Pants,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Knickerbockers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pretty Things,
Technova,
The Pop Group,
Urselle,
Grauzone,
Dennis Brown,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.