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 Georgia and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Hashim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Arcadia,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Hill,
The Mummies,
Peter and Kerry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
kango's stein massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rod Modell,
FM Einheit,
Soul II Soul,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dead C,
The Toasters,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Foxx,
Deakin,
Quadrant,
Swans,
Joe Finger,
Ponytail,
Franke,
the Germs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerri Chandler,
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Symarip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Erasure,
Jawbox,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalann,
Toni Rubio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Accadde A,
EPMD,
Lightning Bolt,
Hardrive,
Eli Mardock,
Parry Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
The American Breed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Parrish,
The Happenings,
Liliput,
The Divine Comedy,
Neu!,
Funkadelic,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young,
Howard Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Outsiders,
La Düsseldorf,
Amazonics,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.