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 Cyprus and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
World's Most,
The Cure,
Mad Mike,
Fela Kuti,
The Wake,
Steve Hackett,
Moby Grape,
The Tremeloes,
Deakin,
Half Japanese,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Supertramp,
MDC,
H. Thieme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thompson Twins,
Wolf Eyes,
Flash Fearless,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cybotron,
The Dead C,
The Count Five,
Scion,
PIL,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Stetsasonic,
This Heat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Sneak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABBA,
Faraquet,
Warren Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Essential Logic,
Angry Samoans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Martian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ohio Players,
Joe Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Sherman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skaos,
Robert Görl,
The Pop Group,
Terry Callier,
Swell Maps,
UT,
Scott Walker,
The Star Department,
David Bowie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick May,
The Five Americans,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.