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 Italy and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
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 theremin 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 Porter Ricks to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Juan Atkins,
The Remains,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
D'Angelo,
Janne Schatter,
EPMD,
Faraquet,
Funky Four + One,
Junior Murvin,
Hot Snakes,
Ken Boothe,
Mad Mike,
Harmonia,
R.M.O.,
Sam Rivers,
Sarah Menescal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yazoo,
The Smiths,
Khruangbin,
Second Layer,
Heaven 17,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wolf Eyes,
Schoolly D,
Derrick May,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camberwell Now,
Supertramp,
Moebius,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slits,
Model 500,
Little Man,
Dave Gahan,
Minnie Riperton,
The Young Rascals,
Groovy Waters,
Dark Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chrome,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-102,
Bronski Beat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Smog,
Whodini,
Guru Guru,
Accadde A,
Andrew Hill,
The Buckinghams,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The American Breed,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.