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 Micronesia and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Eurythmics 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pulsallama,
Robert Wyatt,
Newcleus,
Audionom,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Severed Heads,
Max Romeo,
B.T. Express,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warsaw,
Tres Demented,
Bronski Beat,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Procol Harum,
Roger Hodgson,
The Red Krayola,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Lynne,
Suicide,
Heaven 17,
Mo-Dettes,
Arab on Radar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magma,
The Kinks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scrapy,
The Tremeloes,
Intrusion,
The Leaves,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Starr,
CMW,
Rites of Spring,
Y Pants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moby Grape,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dark Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Finger,
UT,
The Durutti Column,
Deakin,
Joy Division,
The Techniques,
Oblivians,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Guru Guru,
Cal Tjader,
The Moleskins,
Warren Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.