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 Poland and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grime 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magazine,
Peter and Kerry,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Clarke,
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon,
Monolake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siglo XX,
Bush Tetras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smiths,
Erykah Badu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pylon,
X-102,
Can,
Freddie Wadling,
World's Most,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mission of Burma,
Flipper,
Soft Machine,
The Wake,
Grauzone,
Unrelated Segments,
Leonard Cohen,
Deepchord,
X-101,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nico,
Fad Gadget,
Barbara Tucker,
Metal Thangz,
Laurel Aitken,
The Vogues,
Roger Hodgson,
John Foxx,
ABC,
Robert Hood,
Lyres,
Talk Talk,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Index,
Bill Near,
Ohio Players,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masters at Work,
Altered Images,
The Motions,
Underground Resistance,
The Moody Blues,
Minnie Riperton,
Cal Tjader,
Fatback Band,
Intrusion,
Arcadia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Organ,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.