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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Susan Cadogan to the crunk 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Alice Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bluetip,
Joey Negro,
Absolute Body Control,
The Durutti Column,
Basic Channel,
Loose Ends,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Neu!,
Janne Schatter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Bananas,
Cecil Taylor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
EPMD,
Jeff Lynne,
Cluster,
Brick,
Bobby Womack,
FM Einheit,
Liliput,
Jeff Mills,
the Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Don Cherry,
Hoover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Howard Jones,
Section 25,
Desert Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funky Four + One,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Newcleus,
the Swans,
cv313,
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker,
Can,
Moebius,
The Music Machine,
Pantytec,
Spandau Ballet,
Suburban Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Motorama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Halsall,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.