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 India and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 John Coltrane to the rap 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
MC5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Count Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Boz Scaggs,
Rekid,
Youth Brigade,
Fluxion,
Pere Ubu,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blossom Toes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Susan Cadogan,
OOIOO,
The Trojans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mad Mike,
Barry Ungar,
Theoretical Girls,
Ituana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moody Blues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
David Bowie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Tubeway Army,
Black Pus,
Shuggie Otis,
Boredoms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Los Fastidios,
Lungfish,
Al Stewart,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Raincoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Supertramp,
Juan Atkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donny Hathaway,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Ronan,
Ornette Coleman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra,
Easy Going,
Ultimate Spinach,
Steve Hackett,
Bluetip,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.