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 Iran and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arthur Verocai to the techno 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Scott Walker,
Terry Callier,
Los Fastidios,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Womack,
Trumans Water,
Urselle,
Althea and Donna,
Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Silicon Teens,
Charles Mingus,
Funkadelic,
Aaron Thompson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Technova,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Busters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
a-ha,
Joey Negro,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yazoo,
AZ,
Mantronix,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cluster,
Subhumans,
Gang Starr,
Soul II Soul,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Deepchord,
Ituana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Swans,
Duran Duran,
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Axelrod,
The Red Krayola,
Brothers Johnson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Outsiders,
The Trojans,
Whodini,
Rotary Connection,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Absolute Body Control,
Hashim,
Essential Logic,
Pole,
Schoolly D,
The Count Five,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.