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 Bolivia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
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 spring reverb 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 Delon & Dalcan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Janne Schatter,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
Quadrant,
Derrick Morgan,
Fatback Band,
Cameo,
Camberwell Now,
Delta 5,
Supertramp,
Cal Tjader,
Technova,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fall,
June of 44,
Talk Talk,
EPMD,
Boredoms,
Soul II Soul,
the Germs,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed,
Yusef Lateef,
Sparks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lucky Dragons,
Whodini,
Sound Behaviour,
Sällskapet,
Max Romeo,
Dennis Brown,
Nico,
Heaven 17,
Steve Hackett,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Magazine,
Spandau Ballet,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Star Department,
Blossom Toes,
Outsiders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Schoolly D,
Youth Brigade,
Tim Buckley,
Gichy Dan,
Al Stewart,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kenny Larkin,
June Days,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.