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 Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Anakelly to the funk 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
R.M.O.,
Gang Green,
The Count Five,
The Searchers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zapp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Style,
The Pretty Things,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Wells,
Robert Wyatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Graham Central Station,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Charles Mingus,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Lower 48,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joy Division,
Scratch Acid,
Nils Olav,
U.S. Maple,
The Busters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shoche,
Black Sheep,
Depeche Mode,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joey Negro,
Liliput,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
48th St. Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sparks,
DJ Sneak,
Cheater Slicks,
Sixth Finger,
Alphaville,
Radiohead,
Negative Approach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronan,
Main Source,
Rapeman,
Echospace,
Pantytec,
The Gladiators,
Fear,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.