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 Malaysia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Dorothy Ashby to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Style,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare,
Slick Rick,
Schoolly D,
Rites of Spring,
D'Angelo,
ABBA,
Quando Quango,
Masters at Work,
David McCallum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Mills,
Barrington Levy,
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Young Rascals,
Boz Scaggs,
Scion,
Nirvana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Audionom,
Sound Behaviour,
Niagra,
Gichy Dan,
Wally Richardson,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Black Dice,
FM Einheit,
The American Breed,
John Foxx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thompson Twins,
Camouflage,
The Techniques,
Fatback Band,
a-ha,
Make Up,
Kaleidoscope,
Aloha Tigers,
Mission of Burma,
Scratch Acid,
The Skatalites,
Cybotron,
Wings,
Warsaw,
Marine Girls,
World's Most,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABC,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radio Birdman,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moleskins,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.