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 Lebanon and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ornette Coleman to the crunk 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Mantronix,
DNA,
Black Bananas,
Metal Thangz,
Dawn Penn,
Brand Nubian,
Delta 5,
Excepter,
Sugar Minott,
Absolute Body Control,
Funkadelic,
Nik Kershaw,
Aswad,
Kaleidoscope,
Porter Ricks,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Bourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
June Days,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quando Quango,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warsaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
The Selecter,
Marmalade,
The Gladiators,
Basic Channel,
Howard Jones,
Bluetip,
F. McDonald,
Ituana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Terry,
The Red Krayola,
Desert Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Ossler,
The Vogues,
Slick Rick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Connie Case,
Country Teasers,
Derrick May,
Trumans Water,
John Cale,
Soft Machine,
The Residents,
Cameo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Misunderstood,
Sällskapet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sarah Menescal,
Eurythmics,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.