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 France and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Girls At Our Best! to the dance 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Smog,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Moon,
The Beau Brummels,
The Black Dice,
Vainqueur,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Charles Mingus,
Ice-T,
Bill Near,
AZ,
Dual Sessions,
Reagan Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai,
The Vogues,
Warsaw,
David Axelrod,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed,
Sparks,
Lindisfarne,
Schoolly D,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young,
Alison Limerick,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker,
Essential Logic,
Maleditus Sound,
Index,
cv313,
Arcadia,
Idris Muhammad,
The J.B.'s,
Delta 5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The American Breed,
Altered Images,
Todd Rundgren,
These Immortal Souls,
The Buckinghams,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monks,
Anakelly,
The Gap Band,
EPMD,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lightning Bolt,
Eddi Front,
The Fall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.