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 Sierra Leone and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gichy Dan 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Amazonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slave,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
The Last Poets,
Absolute Body Control,
Laurel Aitken,
The Knickerbockers,
Vladislav Delay,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bad Manners,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Grass Roots,
The Skatalites,
10cc,
The Gories,
Joy Division,
T.S.O.L.,
Alice Coltrane,
World's Most,
Agitation Free,
Frankie Knuckles,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
UT,
Inner City,
Idris Muhammad,
Pylon,
Pole,
U.S. Maple,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pop Group,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare,
The Walker Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Scan 7,
Supertramp,
Khruangbin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
The Standells,
Lalann,
MDC,
DJ Style,
Joensuu 1685,
Outsiders,
Porter Ricks,
Oblivians,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.