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 Peru and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Evens to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Pantaleimon,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Near,
Adolescents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Young Marble Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Minor Threat,
Gong,
Theoretical Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Desert Stars,
Colin Newman,
Urselle,
Motorama,
Don Cherry,
Robert Görl,
James White and The Blacks,
Skriet,
Sällskapet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Offenders,
Sound Behaviour,
Nas,
David Bowie,
Carl Craig,
Brothers Johnson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funky Four + One,
Roger Hodgson,
Swell Maps,
Aural Exciters,
The Smoke,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moleskins,
Marmalade,
Jacob Miller,
Basic Channel,
Crime,
Symarip,
Scrapy,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Gang Dance,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
Terry Callier,
Deakin,
Duran Duran,
Average White Band,
Blancmange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Kurtis Blow,
Mad Mike,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.