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 Croatia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the disco 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yazoo,
Matthew Bourne,
Pierre Henry,
Sällskapet,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gun Club,
Kayak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultravox,
The Five Americans,
The Residents,
Rod Modell,
Chris & Cosey,
Slave,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Womack,
Organ,
Cameo,
Marine Girls,
Nico,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
PIL,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harpers Bizarre,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Hill,
The Barracudas,
D'Angelo,
ABC,
Sound Behaviour,
The Raincoats,
The Cure,
Laurel Aitken,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cramps,
Quantec,
Intrusion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Wake,
Sixth Finger,
Kas Product,
Ronnie Foster,
Harmonia,
Albert Ayler,
Rekid,
Pere Ubu,
The American Breed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pop Group,
The Slits,
Q and Not U,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.