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 United States and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 John Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Zapp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Fad Gadget,
Moss Icon,
Siglo XX,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Rundgren,
Funky Four + One,
Tubeway Army,
Quando Quango,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers,
Ronan,
Barbara Tucker,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
Smog,
Al Stewart,
Circle Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magma,
The Searchers,
The Dead C,
Basic Channel,
the Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Con Funk Shun,
KRS-One,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sound,
Bad Manners,
Supertramp,
Man Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantytec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rotary Connection,
T. Rex,
The Litter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nirvana,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pere Ubu,
Y Pants,
Bang On A Can,
Organ,
Alton Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Idris Muhammad,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Motorama,
Newcleus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
UT,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.