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 Zambia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Donald Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Brand Nubian,
Moss Icon,
The Human League,
Black Pus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Foxx,
Metal Thangz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Al Stewart,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Golliwogs,
Funky Four + One,
E-Dancer,
Vainqueur,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Pylon,
Roger Hodgson,
Television,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultravox,
Kurtis Blow,
Masters at Work,
Ash Ra Tempel,
One Last Wish,
Deakin,
Visage,
Buzzcocks,
The Gladiators,
The Saints,
Quantec,
The Five Americans,
Khruangbin,
David McCallum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Beau Brummels,
Deepchord,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Görl,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang On A Can,
David Bowie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wally Richardson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
EPMD,
Lalann,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.