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 China and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Aaron Thompson to the techno 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Ronan,
Bob Dylan,
Ludus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Symarip,
Pole,
The Blackbyrds,
Aural Exciters,
Audionom,
Hoover,
Joey Negro,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Procol Harum,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bad Manners,
Alison Limerick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shoche,
Loose Ends,
Marmalade,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalann,
The Smoke,
Howard Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Steve Hackett,
The Toasters,
The Cure,
June of 44,
Qualms,
Terrestrial Tones,
a-ha,
Eddi Front,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang On A Can,
One Last Wish,
F. McDonald,
Crooked Eye,
Supertramp,
Vainqueur,
Shuggie Otis,
Kas Product,
Anakelly,
The Vogues,
Deepchord,
Deakin,
Altered Images,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalo Schifrin,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.