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 Lesotho and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ralphi Rosario to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Jeff Lynne,
La Düsseldorf,
David Axelrod,
Quando Quango,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arab on Radar,
Intrusion,
a-ha,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pretty Things,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Talk Talk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Hood,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric Copeland,
Freddie Wadling,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blancmange,
Drexciya,
Make Up,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Order,
The Beau Brummels,
ABBA,
Dawn Penn,
Davy DMX,
Henry Cow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ornette Coleman,
AZ,
Flipper,
Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Alphaville,
Johnny Osbourne,
In Retrospect,
Whodini,
The Gladiators,
The Selecter,
Bronski Beat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Grass Roots,
Letta Mbulu,
Yusef Lateef,
the Association,
Althea and Donna,
Urselle,
The Monks,
Infiniti,
The Blackbyrds,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.