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 Togo and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise 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 John Holt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
FM Einheit,
The Moleskins,
The Motions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The New Christs,
Crash Course in Science,
PIL,
48th St. Collective,
Sam Rivers,
Byron Stingily,
Technova,
Susan Cadogan,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Clarke,
Massinfluence,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mission of Burma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Das Ding,
L. Decosne,
The Skatalites,
The Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Steve Hackett,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
F. McDonald,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Qualms,
Wings,
Pylon,
The Zeros,
Y Pants,
Roger Hodgson,
Aural Exciters,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Toni Rubio,
Visage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Red Krayola,
Skaos,
the Sonics,
The Selecter,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Enemy,
Brothers Johnson,
Gong,
Al Stewart,
Anthony Braxton,
Sixth Finger,
Accadde A,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The J.B.'s,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.