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 United Kingdom and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in 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 Soul Sonic Force to the jazz 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The New Christs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brand Nubian,
48th St. Collective,
Agent Orange,
Lower 48,
The Searchers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiohead,
Howard Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Sex Pistols,
Gabor Szabo,
In Retrospect,
Dual Sessions,
Crash Course in Science,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Dolphy,
Donny Hathaway,
Make Up,
Charles Mingus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tres Demented,
ABC,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra,
John Holt,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Guru Guru,
Joey Negro,
Youth Brigade,
Sound Behaviour,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül,
The Gories,
Sister Nancy,
the Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
La Düsseldorf,
Pulsallama,
U.S. Maple,
Warren Ellis,
The Star Department,
The Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
Mr. Review,
Vladislav Delay,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Au Pairs,
Marine Girls,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.