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 Swaziland and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Tremeloes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
L. Decosne,
Mark Hollis,
Wally Richardson,
The Cowsills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skaos,
The Durutti Column,
Tears for Fears,
Davy DMX,
Animal Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Lynne,
The Raincoats,
The Count Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Organ,
Crooked Eye,
Zapp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
OOIOO,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fall,
Yusef Lateef,
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Aswad,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken,
Sällskapet,
Dark Day,
Man Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Dolphy,
The Selecter,
Moby Grape,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Fraelich,
Motorama,
Aaron Thompson,
Pylon,
Clear Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Basic Channel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Walker Brothers,
Cameo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Wyatt,
David McCallum,
the Normal,
Spoonie Gee,
Rakim,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.