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 Jamaica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Mr. Review to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Smooth,
The Leaves,
Sight & Sound,
The Sound,
Agitation Free,
New Age Steppers,
Sparks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Toni Rubio,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
PIL,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Smog,
Byron Stingily,
Mission of Burma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Easy Going,
Dave Gahan,
Boredoms,
Eli Mardock,
Ronnie Foster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Neon Judgement,
The Buckinghams,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Hill,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moody Blues,
Morten Harket,
Marmalade,
James White and The Blacks,
John Cale,
Motorama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cure,
The Count Five,
The Beau Brummels,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker,
Howard Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Jandek,
Mantronix,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fugazi,
Loose Ends,
Faraquet,
Eden Ahbez,
Mandrill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.