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 Saudi Arabia and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Toni Rubio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Depeche Mode,
The Divine Comedy,
Tommy Roe,
Mark Hollis,
Bang On A Can,
Black Flag,
the Slits,
Goldenarms,
Joyce Sims,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Görl,
The Music Machine,
Mr. Review,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David McCallum,
T. Rex,
Skaos,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crime,
The Knickerbockers,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cymande,
Altered Images,
In Retrospect,
Joensuu 1685,
Infiniti,
Interpol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Suburban Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Index,
China Crisis,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moleskins,
John Lydon,
Livin' Joy,
Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agitation Free,
Sight & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Eli Mardock,
Delta 5,
Unrelated Segments,
Lower 48,
Von Mondo,
Drexciya,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.