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 Croatia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Eyeless In Gaza to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Faust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerri Chandler,
Brothers Johnson,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Flag,
Moss Icon,
Kas Product,
Excepter,
the Swans,
Scott Walker,
Josef K,
Sällskapet,
UT,
Unrelated Segments,
Skarface,
The Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Tres Demented,
Metal Thangz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cecil Taylor,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moebius,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Görl,
Procol Harum,
Max Romeo,
H. Thieme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smoke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brand Nubian,
Mission of Burma,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül,
The Human League,
June of 44,
Kaleidoscope,
Smog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Freddie Wadling,
Eurythmics,
Oblivians,
Agitation Free,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
a-ha,
Monks,
The Techniques,
Fela Kuti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
The Grass Roots,
Prince Buster,
Desert Stars,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.