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 Colombia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Aural Exciters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Vainqueur,
Adolescents,
Donny Hathaway,
Rotary Connection,
F. McDonald,
Rites of Spring,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yusef Lateef,
Rod Modell,
Flash Fearless,
Vladislav Delay,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reagan Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerri Chandler,
Mo-Dettes,
June of 44,
Black Moon,
Fear,
The Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Alice Coltrane,
Magazine,
Stiv Bators,
Steve Hackett,
Josef K,
Scrapy,
The Red Krayola,
Leonard Cohen,
World's Most,
Pylon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy Collins,
Scion,
Ultravox,
Organ,
The Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Hood,
Joe Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Surgeon,
David McCallum,
Hashim,
Dawn Penn,
Moss Icon,
The Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
A Certain Ratio,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ken Boothe,
Silicon Teens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MC5,
The Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
The Toasters,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.