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 Tuvalu and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Sarah Menescal to the jazz 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Nik Kershaw,
The New Christs,
Robert Hood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amazonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Model 500,
Todd Rundgren,
Brass Construction,
Jacques Brel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48,
Ituana,
D'Angelo,
Severed Heads,
Dennis Brown,
Flipper,
Barry Ungar,
World's Most,
Ice-T,
Sun City Girls,
The Zeros,
Porter Ricks,
A Certain Ratio,
Maurizio,
Moebius,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-Ray Spex,
DNA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalann,
Interpol,
Charles Mingus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy Collins,
Suburban Knight,
Royal Trux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
ABC,
Freddie Wadling,
Guru Guru,
The Pop Group,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gladiators,
Jacob Miller,
The Last Poets,
Donny Hathaway,
Cecil Taylor,
The Durutti Column,
Sam Rivers,
Rapeman,
The Litter,
The Happenings,
Isaac Hayes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.