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 Tajikistan and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gichy Dan to the grime 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Smog,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masters at Work,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bronski Beat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arab on Radar,
Kas Product,
China Crisis,
Pantytec,
Stetsasonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pere Ubu,
Lower 48,
Organ,
Nick Fraelich,
Young Marble Giants,
Radio Birdman,
New Order,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick Morgan,
Lightning Bolt,
Brand Nubian,
Subhumans,
Wally Richardson,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Youth Brigade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeru the Damaja,
Goldenarms,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Near,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Martian,
Ten City,
KRS-One,
Public Enemy,
Faust,
Jimmy McGriff,
T. Rex,
The Dead C,
Wings,
Urselle,
Carl Craig,
PIL,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Golliwogs,
Alphaville,
Von Mondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Joyce Sims,
The J.B.'s,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skarface,
Patti Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick May,
A Certain Ratio,
Neu!,
The Litter,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.