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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Skaos to the grunge 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Monks,
Ultravox,
Supertramp,
The Leaves,
Barbara Tucker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy Collins,
Monolake,
Interpol,
Deadbeat,
Camouflage,
Easy Going,
Loose Ends,
The Count Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Remains,
Buzzcocks,
Franke,
The Young Rascals,
Cal Tjader,
OOIOO,
Sugar Minott,
June of 44,
The Golliwogs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Fraelich,
World's Most,
Blake Baxter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eden Ahbez,
Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Blossom Toes,
Adolescents,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Lynne,
Lightning Bolt,
Isaac Hayes,
The Trojans,
David McCallum,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lakeside,
Suburban Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Scratch Acid,
Bad Manners,
Black Bananas,
Aloha Tigers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alphaville,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.