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 Namibia and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Reagan Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
the Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Animal Collective,
Outsiders,
Pussy Galore,
Clear Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Procol Harum,
Harry Pussy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Knickerbockers,
Suicide,
World's Most,
Brand Nubian,
La Düsseldorf,
Fela Kuti,
the Human League,
Todd Terry,
The Durutti Column,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mr. Review,
Black Moon,
Eric Copeland,
Minor Threat,
Quando Quango,
Tommy Roe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
In Retrospect,
Television Personalities,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zapp,
Black Bananas,
Archie Shepp,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doors,
the Normal,
Gong,
Los Fastidios,
FM Einheit,
Pantytec,
Erasure,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Sneak,
Godley & Creme,
CMW,
The Sound,
Lakeside,
Swell Maps,
Make Up,
Tropical Tobacco,
Inner City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.