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 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 China Crisis to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
New Age Steppers,
Juan Atkins,
In Retrospect,
Quando Quango,
DJ Style,
Stiv Bators,
Marmalade,
Motorama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter & Gordon,
Slick Rick,
Nico,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Altered Images,
Danielle Patucci,
D'Angelo,
Guru Guru,
Delta 5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wire,
Warsaw,
B.T. Express,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cheater Slicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deakin,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eli Mardock,
Boredoms,
The Smiths,
LL Cool J,
Los Fastidios,
Rites of Spring,
Donny Hathaway,
The Golliwogs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
Funkadelic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Christie,
Anakelly,
The Fugs,
Sun City Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Porter Ricks,
The Associates,
Roger Hodgson,
Sugar Minott,
Bauhaus,
Junior Murvin,
Mad Mike,
The Neon Judgement,
Cal Tjader,
The Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alphaville,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.