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 Mauritania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Nik Kershaw 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Enemy,
Supertramp,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Morten Harket,
Boredoms,
Suicide,
Avey Tare,
Ronnie Foster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Red Krayola,
Desert Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy Collins,
T. Rex,
Cecil Taylor,
Joyce Sims,
Alison Limerick,
Spandau Ballet,
Brass Construction,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronan,
Los Fastidios,
Yusef Lateef,
Ossler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Selecter,
Bobby Womack,
Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Steve Hackett,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Motions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rekid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Connie Case,
The Remains,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gong,
Bill Near,
Oneida,
K-Klass,
John Lydon,
In Retrospect,
Colin Newman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yaz,
the Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.