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 Egypt and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Quadrant to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Doors,
MDC,
Animal Collective,
Connie Case,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Susan Cadogan,
Kurtis Blow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan,
Aswad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
the Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Popol Vuh,
Y Pants,
Tim Buckley,
Bluetip,
Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
The Litter,
Bang On A Can,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül II,
The Gories,
Matthew Halsall,
Michelle Simonal,
The Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Sister Nancy,
The Associates,
U.S. Maple,
New Age Steppers,
The Slits,
Todd Terry,
The Invisible,
Shoche,
Jawbox,
Marc Almond,
John Cale,
Sparks,
Joe Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Qualms,
The American Breed,
Zapp,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Livin' Joy,
Stiv Bators,
Monolake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Move,
Dennis Brown,
Outsiders,
Sällskapet,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.