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 Tonga and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Lee Hazlewood to the grime 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Names,
8 Eyed Spy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lebanon Hanover,
Subhumans,
Eric Dolphy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
World's Most,
The Barracudas,
The Beau Brummels,
Cameo,
Animal Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Sparks,
The Modern Lovers,
Brand Nubian,
Accadde A,
OOIOO,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Christie,
KRS-One,
Joe Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
The Trojans,
Barclay James Harvest,
MDC,
Ituana,
The Litter,
Grauzone,
Crispian St. Peters,
DNA,
the Human League,
Carl Craig,
D'Angelo,
Magazine,
Mad Mike,
Swell Maps,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Mills,
Prince Buster,
The Real Kids,
Henry Cow,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Davy DMX,
The American Breed,
Blossom Toes,
Agent Orange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arcadia,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.