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 Macedonia and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Howard Jones to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Sandy B,
Qualms,
The Invisible,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Bananas,
Danielle Patucci,
Agent Orange,
Ice-T,
Slick Rick,
The Searchers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Skatalites,
Robert Görl,
The Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doors,
Pierre Henry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tears for Fears,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faraquet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Foxx,
China Crisis,
Intrusion,
Sex Pistols,
Susan Cadogan,
Archie Shepp,
Funkadelic,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doobie Brothers,
B.T. Express,
The Busters,
The J.B.'s,
T.S.O.L.,
Carl Craig,
The Kinks,
Minor Threat,
AZ,
Scan 7,
Adolescents,
Radio Birdman,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantaleimon,
Duran Duran,
Jerry's Kids,
The Standells,
Flipper,
The Gladiators,
Average White Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camberwell Now,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.