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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vainqueur to the jazz 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moleskins,
The Searchers,
Pole,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mantronix,
Camberwell Now,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marvin Gaye,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Finger,
the Sonics,
Unwound,
Ultimate Spinach,
MC5,
Niagra,
Janne Schatter,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jawbox,
One Last Wish,
Tom Boy,
LL Cool J,
Warren Ellis,
Crime,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thompson Twins,
Dark Day,
Quando Quango,
The Neon Judgement,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronan,
Underground Resistance,
Easy Going,
Archie Shepp,
Silicon Teens,
Mission of Burma,
Make Up,
EPMD,
Lindisfarne,
Dennis Brown,
Ituana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minnie Riperton,
Essential Logic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sight & Sound,
The Busters,
Darondo,
Parry Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.