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 Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dead C,
D'Angelo,
Qualms,
Alphaville,
PIL,
Donald Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Pus,
Fatback Band,
Isaac Hayes,
the Sonics,
Blancmange,
The Fugs,
E-Dancer,
Gichy Dan,
The Offenders,
Roxy Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Faraquet,
Agitation Free,
Delta 5,
Sun City Girls,
Ossler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eden Ahbez,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Negative Approach,
Malaria!,
Black Moon,
Oneida,
Scott Walker,
Nirvana,
Gang Starr,
Lakeside,
Peter and Kerry,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Metal Thangz,
Mark Hollis,
Khruangbin,
B.T. Express,
the Germs,
Animal Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Human League,
Terry Callier,
Absolute Body Control,
The Flesh Eaters,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.