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 Grenada and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 a-ha to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Walker Brothers,
Monolake,
The Techniques,
Max Romeo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erasure,
Vainqueur,
Todd Terry,
Zero Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Morten Harket,
The Divine Comedy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stockholm Monsters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lower 48,
the Normal,
Severed Heads,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Organ,
Sarah Menescal,
Young Marble Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Almond,
Surgeon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fluxion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Silicon Teens,
China Crisis,
Heaven 17,
Make Up,
John Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Supertramp,
Con Funk Shun,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anakelly,
Shuggie Otis,
Susan Cadogan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Sheep,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
The Vogues,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bush Tetras,
Black Bananas,
Mission of Burma,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.