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 Botswana and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 The Misunderstood to the dance 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Average White Band,
Black Bananas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Piero Umiliani,
Dawn Penn,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Gabor Szabo,
Drexciya,
The Velvet Underground,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Con Funk Shun,
Eden Ahbez,
Popol Vuh,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Litter,
Clear Light,
Kas Product,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lungfish,
Minor Threat,
Pylon,
Harmonia,
The Saints,
Ponytail,
Freddie Wadling,
Stiv Bators,
E-Dancer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Almond,
Arab on Radar,
Lakeside,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Surgeon,
Outsiders,
Susan Cadogan,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed,
Make Up,
PIL,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeru the Damaja,
T. Rex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unrelated Segments,
Archie Shepp,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül,
June of 44,
Joey Negro,
Thompson Twins,
Funkadelic,
Supertramp,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.