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 Nepal and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Masters at Work to the punk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Music Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sparks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-101,
Banda Bassotti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Stooges,
Ultravox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Idris Muhammad,
Essential Logic,
Q and Not U,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Zeros,
Nas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Model 500,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlback,
EPMD,
Roger Hodgson,
The Real Kids,
Moss Icon,
Hasil Adkins,
Gichy Dan,
The Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flipper,
Pierre Henry,
The Tremeloes,
MC5,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Byrd,
T. Rex,
Bootsy Collins,
The Raincoats,
Derrick Morgan,
The Invisible,
The Cowsills,
Steve Hackett,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Au Pairs,
Quadrant,
Connie Case,
Von Mondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cecil Taylor,
The Searchers,
These Immortal Souls,
Terry Callier,
Monks,
The Skatalites,
Sight & Sound,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.