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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Funky Four + One to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick May,
Parry Music,
Slave,
The United States of America,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Technova,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The American Breed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Hoover,
The Buckinghams,
UT,
The Gladiators,
Whodini,
Simply Red,
The Knickerbockers,
Masters at Work,
Slick Rick,
Davy DMX,
ABBA,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Görl,
D'Angelo,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Organ,
Blancmange,
The Move,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warren Ellis,
a-ha,
Minnie Riperton,
E-Dancer,
La Düsseldorf,
Deadbeat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magma,
Junior Murvin,
Soul II Soul,
Godley & Creme,
The Pretty Things,
Yaz,
Basic Channel,
Audionom,
T. Rex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television Personalities,
Nico,
Mission of Burma,
Porter Ricks,
Ituana,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.