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 Belize and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Minnie Riperton to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Animal Collective,
Nils Olav,
Clear Light,
Quando Quango,
Grey Daturas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry's Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy Collins,
Shoche,
Fad Gadget,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Tears for Fears,
Max Romeo,
Kerri Chandler,
Lindisfarne,
Marine Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
Echospace,
Organ,
Sparks,
Mr. Review,
OOIOO,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Intrusion,
Underground Resistance,
Leonard Cohen,
Half Japanese,
The Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Harmonia,
The Sonics,
a-ha,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moleskins,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Fela Kuti,
Can,
Archie Shepp,
Fugazi,
Faust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donny Hathaway,
ABC,
Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.