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 Denmark and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Joe Smooth to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Pagans,
Alice Coltrane,
Cymande,
Skarface,
Audionom,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moleskins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Massinfluence,
Funkadelic,
Fad Gadget,
Kurtis Blow,
The Litter,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
The Offenders,
Pantytec,
Scratch Acid,
Kayak,
Infiniti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Graham Central Station,
D'Angelo,
The Star Department,
Quando Quango,
Terry Callier,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moebius,
Average White Band,
Black Bananas,
Index,
K-Klass,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Style,
Thee Headcoats,
The Angels of Light,
Patti Smith,
The Doors,
The Moody Blues,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Halsall,
Hardrive,
The Fortunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Shuggie Otis,
Thompson Twins,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Saccharine Trust,
R.M.O.,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
Yazoo,
Quantec,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.