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 St Lucia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Age Steppers to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Roxy Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Near,
Rapeman,
Das Ding,
Public Enemy,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Goldenarms,
Ronnie Foster,
Albert Ayler,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed,
Blancmange,
Graham Central Station,
The Pop Group,
Groovy Waters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Letta Mbulu,
Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker,
The Stooges,
The Vogues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funky Four + One,
ABBA,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
UT,
a-ha,
Arcadia,
The American Breed,
The Fortunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echospace,
The Toasters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Popol Vuh,
Ronan,
Godley & Creme,
The United States of America,
Sällskapet,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Remains,
Khruangbin,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mad Mike,
Derrick Morgan,
Susan Cadogan,
Mars,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.