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 Gabon and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Echospace to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Hardrive,
This Heat,
The Grass Roots,
The Offenders,
The Index,
Skaos,
John Holt,
Organ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Loose Ends,
Metal Thangz,
Roxette,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül II,
Pantytec,
Deadbeat,
Blossom Toes,
The Beau Brummels,
Slave,
Sparks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ralphi Rosario,
Youth Brigade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Age Steppers,
Isaac Hayes,
Glenn Branca,
The Doors,
Mr. Review,
Howard Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Sam Rivers,
The Cramps,
Mo-Dettes,
ABBA,
The Invisible,
KRS-One,
Blake Baxter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
The Dead C,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul II Soul,
One Last Wish,
Minny Pops,
Lower 48,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Khruangbin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Standells,
Ponytail,
Mission of Burma,
Funkadelic,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.