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 Marshall Islands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Jacques Brel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Misunderstood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eddi Front,
Juan Atkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Symarip,
Flipper,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Susan Cadogan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Josef K,
Ornette Coleman,
Joyce Sims,
The Count Five,
R.M.O.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Silicon Teens,
Fat Boys,
Swell Maps,
The Remains,
Todd Terry,
Quando Quango,
Dawn Penn,
John Lydon,
Faraquet,
The Index,
Fear,
Ronan,
Mandrill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wally Richardson,
Delon & Dalcan,
cv313,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skarface,
The Grass Roots,
Franke,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Toasters,
Minny Pops,
the Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deepchord,
New Order,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
MDC,
Barrington Levy,
Wasted Youth,
The Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Depeche Mode,
Black Pus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacques Brel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.