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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yusef Lateef to the techno 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Derrick May,
The Divine Comedy,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skarface,
Robert Wyatt,
The Index,
The Martian,
Ultra Naté,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gichy Dan,
Clear Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Wasted Youth,
Ituana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Desert Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül,
Yusef Lateef,
Barrington Levy,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Halsall,
Minny Pops,
In Retrospect,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moby Grape,
Parry Music,
Popol Vuh,
Juan Atkins,
a-ha,
Pussy Galore,
This Heat,
Quantec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aswad,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ken Boothe,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Byrd,
Television,
Eric Copeland,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
KRS-One,
Harmonia,
Rosa Yemen,
Excepter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.