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 Japan and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Iggy Pop,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yellowson,
The Five Americans,
Bob Dylan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare,
ABC,
Aural Exciters,
Pagans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yaz,
Archie Shepp,
Fatback Band,
This Heat,
The Doors,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Almond,
The Cowsills,
Schoolly D,
Royal Trux,
The Neon Judgement,
Underground Resistance,
Prince Buster,
Supertramp,
Joe Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Standells,
Thompson Twins,
The Slits,
Skarface,
Cal Tjader,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fluxion,
Oblivians,
Minny Pops,
Amazonics,
KRS-One,
Ultra Naté,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers,
Qualms,
Mad Mike,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Move,
Hardrive,
H. Thieme,
Hasil Adkins,
F. McDonald,
Alison Limerick,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.