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 Paraguay and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Derrick May 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Fania All-Stars,
cv313,
Chris & Cosey,
Lindisfarne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Hood,
Negative Approach,
Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
Dark Day,
Joe Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Howard Jones,
Fluxion,
Roger Hodgson,
Duran Duran,
Glenn Branca,
Faraquet,
China Crisis,
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
Althea and Donna,
Lakeside,
The Five Americans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lower 48,
Cybotron,
Rites of Spring,
Anakelly,
Ken Boothe,
This Heat,
Trumans Water,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Japan,
John Holt,
Todd Rundgren,
Funkadelic,
Arab on Radar,
Nils Olav,
Schoolly D,
Lou Christie,
New Order,
PIL,
The Count Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Thompson Twins,
Quando Quango,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eurythmics,
Urselle,
Television,
Clear Light,
Minny Pops,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camouflage,
Radiopuhelimet,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.