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 Liechtenstein and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 The Detroit Cobras to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
New Order,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Cal Tjader,
Ultra Naté,
Angry Samoans,
Skaos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aloha Tigers,
Yellowson,
Panda Bear,
Hot Snakes,
The Skatalites,
Spandau Ballet,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suicide,
the Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dead Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unwound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Bananas,
Television Personalities,
Moebius,
L. Decosne,
Motorama,
Kenny Larkin,
Organ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mark Hollis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter & Gordon,
Lakeside,
Dual Sessions,
Faust,
The Monochrome Set,
Infiniti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rapeman,
Negative Approach,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pole,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marmalade,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.