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 Tonga and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Scientists to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Talk Talk,
Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
E-Dancer,
Rufus Thomas,
Erykah Badu,
Lindisfarne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magazine,
Joy Division,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boz Scaggs,
the Association,
Stetsasonic,
The Music Machine,
Roxette,
John Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Image Ltd.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Loose Ends,
The Kinks,
The Names,
China Crisis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David McCallum,
Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Negative Approach,
Jacques Brel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
World's Most,
The Gap Band,
The Cowsills,
Fear,
Sight & Sound,
Radiohead,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doors,
Connie Case,
The Smoke,
Shuggie Otis,
F. McDonald,
U.S. Maple,
Mo-Dettes,
The Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aural Exciters,
Icehouse,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.