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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Robert Palmer 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 La Düsseldorf to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Angels of Light,
Deadbeat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
In Retrospect,
Aaron Thompson,
Qualms,
Jeff Lynne,
The Saints,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül,
Mr. Review,
Jawbox,
Newcleus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
F. McDonald,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra,
Swans,
Alton Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Happenings,
Massinfluence,
Monolake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joyce Sims,
The Red Krayola,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Near,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Brass Construction,
Donny Hathaway,
Niagra,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mark Hollis,
Al Stewart,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stiv Bators,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
Dual Sessions,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Standells,
Blancmange,
Sixth Finger,
Symarip,
Deepchord,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.