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 Tajikistan and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Heaven 17 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantaleimon,
Brass Construction,
Ken Boothe,
Judy Mowatt,
The Barracudas,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül,
Section 25,
Scientists,
La Düsseldorf,
Alton Ellis,
The Pop Group,
The Dirtbombs,
E-Dancer,
Chris & Cosey,
Harry Pussy,
Steve Hackett,
The Music Machine,
Ronan,
John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Evens,
The Fortunes,
World's Most,
Blancmange,
The Pretty Things,
Underground Resistance,
Groovy Waters,
D'Angelo,
The Remains,
The Selecter,
Fad Gadget,
Iggy Pop,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Zeros,
L. Decosne,
Shuggie Otis,
Visage,
Stetsasonic,
Smog,
Circle Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yazoo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Organ,
The Cowsills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
Al Stewart,
Dual Sessions,
Barry Ungar,
K-Klass,
Ossler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rekid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sällskapet,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.