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 Netherlands and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Make Up to the jazz 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Wings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Tremeloes,
Masters at Work,
the Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul Sonic Force,
Newcleus,
Sonic Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Trumans Water,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented,
Mad Mike,
Fear,
Minutemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gap Band,
Ponytail,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Christie,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monks,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
Zero Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Certain Ratio,
Scientists,
Nick Fraelich,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smoke,
Deadbeat,
Dennis Brown,
Roxy Music,
Outsiders,
Vainqueur,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
a-ha,
The Fire Engines,
Smog,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mojo Men,
Accadde A,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Technova,
Average White Band,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.