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 Djibouti and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Tears for Fears to the punk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Oneida,
The Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Anthony Braxton,
The J.B.'s,
The Neon Judgement,
The Angels of Light,
Slave,
Bad Manners,
New York Dolls,
The Star Department,
The Pretty Things,
Harmonia,
Half Japanese,
Susan Cadogan,
Unrelated Segments,
Byron Stingily,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nico,
Piero Umiliani,
Yusef Lateef,
Goldenarms,
cv313,
The Moody Blues,
The Modern Lovers,
Reagan Youth,
Colin Newman,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Evens,
Maleditus Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ossler,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cowsills,
Metal Thangz,
The Gladiators,
Wire,
Steve Hackett,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anakelly,
Warren Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare,
Dark Day,
Suburban Knight,
Al Stewart,
The New Christs,
Swans,
Max Romeo,
Niagra,
Isaac Hayes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Interpol,
Pulsallama,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.