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 Guatemala and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Babytalk to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Arab on Radar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donald Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül II,
Das Ding,
Eurythmics,
The Count Five,
Faraquet,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mummies,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donny Hathaway,
The Trojans,
Excepter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gabor Szabo,
Mad Mike,
ABC,
Unrelated Segments,
D'Angelo,
Urselle,
Skarface,
Joe Finger,
B.T. Express,
Gang Starr,
the Human League,
H. Thieme,
Sandy B,
Kerri Chandler,
Cal Tjader,
Severed Heads,
Mark Hollis,
La Düsseldorf,
Bronski Beat,
Los Fastidios,
Camberwell Now,
Al Stewart,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cymande,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warren Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Aural Exciters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Funky Four + One,
Kayak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantaleimon,
Sex Pistols,
Wasted Youth,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.