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 Brazil and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Crime to the jazz 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger 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?
June Days,
Barbara Tucker,
Rod Modell,
Porter Ricks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Negative Approach,
Theoretical Girls,
a-ha,
Minnie Riperton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The United States of America,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Darondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Dark Day,
Tommy Roe,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
LL Cool J,
Average White Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sound,
The Moleskins,
The Selecter,
John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythm & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
D'Angelo,
Amazonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Brick,
Cal Tjader,
Gichy Dan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terry Callier,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angry Samoans,
David McCallum,
Suburban Knight,
Mars,
The Invisible,
Gregory Isaacs,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
OOIOO,
Don Cherry,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Yusef Lateef,
Slick Rick,
The Leaves,
Marmalade,
The Wake,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.