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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Gerry Rafferty to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Wake,
The Monks,
The Five Americans,
Section 25,
Jeff Mills,
EPMD,
Essential Logic,
Nik Kershaw,
Guru Guru,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Flag,
Sex Pistols,
Steve Hackett,
Rosa Yemen,
Underground Resistance,
K-Klass,
The Barracudas,
Parry Music,
The Stooges,
Severed Heads,
Masters at Work,
Mad Mike,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ituana,
Jacob Miller,
The Walker Brothers,
Zero Boys,
The Cure,
Rekid,
Fela Kuti,
LL Cool J,
The Tremeloes,
Malaria!,
Nas,
This Heat,
Hot Snakes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers,
The Gories,
Warsaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eli Mardock,
The Pretty Things,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Colin Newman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Porter Ricks,
Slave,
Clear Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Josef K,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fad Gadget,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.