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 Jordan and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 In Retrospect to the jazz 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Wyatt,
Supertramp,
Goldenarms,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultra Naté,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Buckinghams,
Tomorrow,
Ossler,
UT,
Rotary Connection,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Kayak,
Yellowson,
Eden Ahbez,
Brand Nubian,
Agitation Free,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scientists,
Flash Fearless,
Half Japanese,
Banda Bassotti,
Scrapy,
Motorama,
Tommy Roe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Searchers,
Monolake,
The Names,
Ten City,
This Heat,
Spandau Ballet,
Moebius,
The Mojo Men,
The Tremeloes,
Bob Dylan,
Don Cherry,
Sugar Minott,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crime,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Slits,
Rod Modell,
Hashim,
Bluetip,
Echospace,
Warsaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Invisible,
June of 44,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mr. Review,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap 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.