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 Luxembourg and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 The Cowsills to the grime 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
New Order,
Buzzcocks,
Parry Music,
Country Teasers,
John Foxx,
Pierre Henry,
The J.B.'s,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visage,
Faraquet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eddi Front,
Kaleidoscope,
Yazoo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
The New Christs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Searchers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Loose Ends,
Intrusion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bob Dylan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Don Cherry,
Oneida,
Magma,
The Selecter,
Niagra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Erykah Badu,
Model 500,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fortunes,
X-101,
Nirvana,
Sound Behaviour,
Connie Case,
Slick Rick,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul II Soul,
Jimmy McGriff,
Laurel Aitken,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeru the Damaja,
Massinfluence,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liliput,
The Barracudas,
Nik Kershaw,
Cameo,
The Human League,
Jandek,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.