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 St Lucia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Robert Palmer 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 Terry Callier to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Leaves,
The Doors,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
Black Sheep,
Peter and Kerry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Iggy Pop,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barbara Tucker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris & Cosey,
Flipper,
Arthur Verocai,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Standells,
Radiohead,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zero Boys,
The Busters,
Camouflage,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rites of Spring,
Fear,
The Remains,
Gang Green,
Boz Scaggs,
Animal Collective,
The Human League,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fuzztones,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Starr,
Eurythmics,
Grey Daturas,
The Wake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul II Soul,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Urselle,
Laurel Aitken,
Duran Duran,
AZ,
Dual Sessions,
Stereo Dub,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monolake,
Fugazi,
Bauhaus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moby Grape,
Pierre Henry,
Simply Red,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.