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 Mali 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Talk Talk to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fugazi,
Rites of Spring,
The Tremeloes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hasil Adkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Victims,
David McCallum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moby Grape,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fad Gadget,
The Busters,
The Monochrome Set,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ituana,
Underground Resistance,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gichy Dan,
Nils Olav,
The Slackers,
Von Mondo,
ABC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quantec,
Idris Muhammad,
The Music Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Hill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aloha Tigers,
Albert Ayler,
Drexciya,
the Germs,
Banda Bassotti,
Marvin Gaye,
James White and The Blacks,
Popol Vuh,
Au Pairs,
The Techniques,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Görl,
The Gladiators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.