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 Australia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 UT to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Grass Roots,
Sarah Menescal,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Fraelich,
The Count Five,
Andrew Hill,
Mars,
Simply Red,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marmalade,
Howard Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Copeland,
Fatback Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Gong,
Half Japanese,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harry Pussy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joey Negro,
Sandy B,
Yellowson,
Au Pairs,
Bill Near,
The Blues Magoos,
Albert Ayler,
Little Man,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Last Poets,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brick,
The Kinks,
The Smiths,
Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Happenings,
E-Dancer,
In Retrospect,
Wally Richardson,
Dave Gahan,
X-101,
Hardrive,
Ice-T,
H. Thieme,
John Cale,
The New Christs,
Minnie Riperton,
Mandrill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
Scrapy,
Porter Ricks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Icehouse,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.