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 Angola and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Harpers Bizarre to the jazz 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Monolake,
Leonard Cohen,
Technova,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fuzztones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vainqueur,
Sparks,
Inner City,
Black Moon,
Mad Mike,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-102,
Aaron Thompson,
Kayak,
The J.B.'s,
Nas,
Easy Going,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masters at Work,
Quando Quango,
The Happenings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barry Ungar,
Donald Byrd,
The Real Kids,
Babytalk,
Theoretical Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Bourne,
Trumans Water,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Teasers,
Royal Trux,
Patti Smith,
The Wake,
Ken Boothe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Godley & Creme,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Lynne,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Human League,
Tom Boy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bob Dylan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Barbara Tucker,
Flipper,
Alton Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Intrusion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aswad,
The Index,
The Litter,
Cal Tjader,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.