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 Kosovo and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Visage 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?
Pantaleimon,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Malaria!,
The Monks,
Don Cherry,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marine Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Clear Light,
Marmalade,
Ultra Naté,
Archie Shepp,
John Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Mark Hollis,
Excepter,
MDC,
Japan,
Shuggie Otis,
Skaos,
Quadrant,
Robert Wyatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Aswad,
Eve St. Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Magma,
Oblivians,
Slick Rick,
Absolute Body Control,
Scan 7,
Erykah Badu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Monks,
The Buckinghams,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Bar-Kays,
Warren Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Camouflage,
T. Rex,
Funkadelic,
Au Pairs,
David Axelrod,
Aaron Thompson,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Womack,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Lynne,
Kurtis Blow,
Motorama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smiths,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.