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 Mozambique and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mighty Diamonds to the funk 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Ronnie Foster,
Boz Scaggs,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gap Band,
Main Source,
Gabor Szabo,
Faraquet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suburban Knight,
Interpol,
Neu!,
The Divine Comedy,
ABBA,
Alton Ellis,
The Selecter,
Scion,
Deakin,
Monolake,
The Raincoats,
The Mojo Men,
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The American Breed,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Womack,
Pylon,
Dave Gahan,
Mantronix,
Mad Mike,
Organ,
Max Romeo,
Easy Going,
Franke,
Bootsy Collins,
the Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Red Krayola,
The Wake,
Chrome,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camouflage,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ohio Players,
Soulsonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Halsall,
Rotary Connection,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.