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 Vietnam and from New York.
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 Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Theoretical Girls to the jazz 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Joey Negro,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dark Day,
Marmalade,
Alphaville,
Whodini,
Moss Icon,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Style,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Audionom,
Circle Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gladiators,
Pantytec,
Chrome,
Oneida,
Intrusion,
Kenny Larkin,
Animal Collective,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Max Romeo,
Agitation Free,
The Birthday Party,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visage,
Dave Gahan,
Connie Case,
JFA,
Desert Stars,
Newcleus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-Ray Spex,
Pagans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rekid,
The Black Dice,
Toni Rubio,
The Gories,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Flag,
the Bar-Kays,
Depeche Mode,
Tim Buckley,
Idris Muhammad,
DNA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neu!,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Das Ding,
The Neon Judgement,
Barry Ungar,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fuzztones,
The Pretty Things,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.