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 Cyprus and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Nas 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Zeros,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Eddi Front,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erasure,
Anthony Braxton,
Lakeside,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Count Five,
The Fire Engines,
Gong,
Toni Rubio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skaos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun City Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wolf Eyes,
Dawn Penn,
The Cramps,
Alice Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Ken Boothe,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doors,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Modern Lovers,
Byron Stingily,
Cecil Taylor,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slits,
The Moleskins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Lydon,
Isaac Hayes,
Monolake,
Faust,
The Knickerbockers,
The Trojans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fluxion,
The Kinks,
David McCallum,
June Days,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash,
The American Breed,
Gabor Szabo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Bananas,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.