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 Denmark and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pantaleimon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Modern Lovers,
Faraquet,
John Holt,
The Leaves,
Monolake,
K-Klass,
Mark Hollis,
John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doors,
Talk Talk,
The Cramps,
Severed Heads,
Barrington Levy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Outsiders,
Neil Young,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Sherman,
Siglo XX,
Harmonia,
The Index,
The Motions,
Pylon,
The Martian,
the Germs,
Zapp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Flag,
Accadde A,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Rites of Spring,
Inner City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yellowson,
Funky Four + One,
Absolute Body Control,
Crash Course in Science,
Niagra,
Fear,
Ituana,
The Angels of Light,
48th St. Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul II Soul,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Michelle Simonal,
Letta Mbulu,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang of Four,
The Busters,
Amon Düül,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.