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 Laos and from New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 EPMD to the rock 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Scan 7,
Ohio Players,
The Count Five,
the Human League,
Public Enemy,
The Kinks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eve St. Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faraquet,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sällskapet,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Green,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cramps,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
Thompson Twins,
The Busters,
Toni Rubio,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funkadelic,
Quadrant,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wire,
Eric Dolphy,
The Wake,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacob Miller,
Harry Pussy,
Freddie Wadling,
Aural Exciters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Minnie Riperton,
Warsaw,
Schoolly D,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang of Four,
Radio Birdman,
Rites of Spring,
The American Breed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
One Last Wish,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.