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 Pakistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Ohio Players to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Clear Light,
Steve Hackett,
T. Rex,
Marine Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Alphaville,
Grauzone,
The Dirtbombs,
Soulsonic Force,
The Leaves,
Moss Icon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fortunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultravox,
Alton Ellis,
Hashim,
The Smoke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Tom Boy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Move,
Blossom Toes,
Rekid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Dead Boys,
The Gun Club,
Jeru the Damaja,
Danielle Patucci,
Toni Rubio,
Ohio Players,
Masters at Work,
The Fugs,
Minor Threat,
The Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Scion,
Tres Demented,
June of 44,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ten City,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sarah Menescal,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pierre Henry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Section 25,
MDC,
Kerri Chandler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.