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 Cape Verde and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Leonard Cohen,
Fat Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Ituana,
Banda Bassotti,
Skriet,
Stereo Dub,
John Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Shoche,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Accadde A,
This Heat,
Fad Gadget,
Barry Ungar,
Eli Mardock,
Agitation Free,
Sandy B,
Symarip,
Main Source,
Whodini,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tim Buckley,
Cal Tjader,
Unrelated Segments,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Lynne,
World's Most,
The Skatalites,
Talk Talk,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
Mantronix,
Adolescents,
Harry Pussy,
Ten City,
Tom Boy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Real Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Green,
Crispy Ambulance,
Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flash Fearless,
The Last Poets,
The American Breed,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minnie Riperton,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.