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 India and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Radiopuhelimet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magma,
Black Pus,
Pierre Henry,
John Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-101,
Schoolly D,
Warsaw,
Chris Corsano,
Pulsallama,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nik Kershaw,
Niagra,
Roger Hodgson,
Morten Harket,
Sun City Girls,
The Monks,
Skriet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Rotary Connection,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango,
The Doobie Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
JFA,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
The United States of America,
Negative Approach,
The Gladiators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dennis Brown,
This Heat,
Gichy Dan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Techniques,
Ossler,
Lungfish,
Harry Pussy,
Letta Mbulu,
Sugar Minott,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Duran Duran,
The Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Lakeside,
Faraquet,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.