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 Monaco and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Motorama to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Easy Going,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terry Callier,
UT,
Ossler,
Nico,
Suicide,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smiths,
The Monks,
the Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neu!,
Vainqueur,
The Blues Magoos,
Marmalade,
Newcleus,
Little Man,
Barry Ungar,
Zero Boys,
The Fall,
CMW,
The Searchers,
Main Source,
Wings,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eve St. Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerri Chandler,
Parry Music,
Alton Ellis,
Al Stewart,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erasure,
A Certain Ratio,
Q65,
Black Bananas,
Ken Boothe,
Slave,
Peter & Gordon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The J.B.'s,
The Gories,
Reuben Wilson,
The Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cybotron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Christie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
cv313,
Flipper,
Lindisfarne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
The Fortunes,
Morten Harket,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.