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 Azerbaijan and from Tehran.
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 London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fluxion to the funk 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Second Layer,
X-Ray Spex,
Carl Craig,
Moby Grape,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alphaville,
Ken Boothe,
The Tremeloes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ornette Coleman,
Nils Olav,
One Last Wish,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gories,
Al Stewart,
Intrusion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Archie Shepp,
John Coltrane,
Urselle,
Vladislav Delay,
Judy Mowatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ten City,
Lyres,
Trumans Water,
Eric B and Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
Mad Mike,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MDC,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bad Manners,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Fraelich,
Cecil Taylor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Simply Red,
Organ,
The Trojans,
The Litter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Byrd,
Whodini,
Tears for Fears,
Audionom,
Wolf Eyes,
Mark Hollis,
Fela Kuti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker,
Dave Gahan,
The Young Rascals,
Kas Product,
Skaos,
Supertramp,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.