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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mr. Review to the grunge 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Little Man,
Dual Sessions,
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Underground Resistance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delta 5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arcadia,
Graham Central Station,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter & Gordon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Wells,
Terry Callier,
The Moleskins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monolake,
Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Mandrill,
Ice-T,
Interpol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sixth Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yazoo,
Bush Tetras,
The Gories,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ponytail,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare,
Newcleus,
DJ Style,
La Düsseldorf,
Grauzone,
Deakin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Accadde A,
This Heat,
Pierre Henry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Steve Hackett,
T.S.O.L.,
U.S. Maple,
Au Pairs,
The Doors,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Martian,
Arthur Verocai,
The Last Poets,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.