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 Andorra and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Archie Shepp to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Franke,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erykah Badu,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cheater Slicks,
Brick,
Theoretical Girls,
Adolescents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ituana,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Human League,
Scott Walker,
Laurel Aitken,
Smog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Von Mondo,
Rites of Spring,
Grauzone,
Prince Buster,
Blancmange,
Popol Vuh,
The Dead C,
The Skatalites,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gories,
Heaven 17,
Whodini,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Easy Going,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Trojans,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gichy Dan,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ice-T,
The Neon Judgement,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Scan 7,
Jeff Mills,
Pantaleimon,
FM Einheit,
Crooked Eye,
June of 44,
Arab on Radar,
Sex Pistols,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Simply Red,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.