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 Peru and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Gerry Rafferty to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Yazoo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
The Tremeloes,
Fugazi,
Stereo Dub,
Ronnie Foster,
the Association,
Y Pants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
The United States of America,
Sixth Finger,
Scion,
Basic Channel,
Eden Ahbez,
Essential Logic,
John Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Reuben Wilson,
Aaron Thompson,
Altered Images,
Hardrive,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Schoolly D,
Rufus Thomas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
Spoonie Gee,
Accadde A,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sugar Minott,
Stiv Bators,
Skaos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angry Samoans,
Peter and Kerry,
The Young Rascals,
The Trojans,
Cameo,
Crash Course in Science,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mars,
Pierre Henry,
Panda Bear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Minor Threat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Silicon Teens,
a-ha,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deadbeat,
Barbara Tucker,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.