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 Uganda and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Simply Red to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Swell Maps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ponytail,
Cecil Taylor,
Mandrill,
Nico,
Colin Newman,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mummies,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Hood,
Bad Manners,
Sugar Minott,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moody Blues,
Eve St. Jones,
June of 44,
Crime,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxette,
Popol Vuh,
Barry Ungar,
Talk Talk,
Oblivians,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Animal Collective,
John Coltrane,
The Gories,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick Morgan,
Von Mondo,
The Moleskins,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Lynne,
Little Man,
World's Most,
Jeff Mills,
The Cramps,
Marc Almond,
The Busters,
Wasted Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Letta Mbulu,
The Neon Judgement,
OOIOO,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
The Count Five,
Lower 48,
Grey Daturas,
Altered Images,
Bill Wells,
Deakin,
Andrew Hill,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.