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 Albania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crispian St. Peters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
Ituana,
Echospace,
Y Pants,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joy Division,
Lungfish,
Pagans,
K-Klass,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gun Club,
Sun City Girls,
Gang of Four,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris Corsano,
Erykah Badu,
Trumans Water,
Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Searchers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Accadde A,
Prince Buster,
Sugar Minott,
Piero Umiliani,
The New Christs,
Archie Shepp,
Byron Stingily,
Chrome,
Wally Richardson,
Camberwell Now,
LL Cool J,
Wire,
Jeff Lynne,
Vladislav Delay,
Sight & Sound,
Scientists,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yaz,
The Standells,
John Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
Carl Craig,
Buzzcocks,
Dawn Penn,
The Offenders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.