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 Afghanistan and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Moleskins to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Supertramp,
a-ha,
Harpers Bizarre,
CMW,
Quando Quango,
Porter Ricks,
The Music Machine,
John Foxx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Morten Harket,
Vainqueur,
Juan Atkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Bluetip,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerri Chandler,
Monolake,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Hill,
Zero Boys,
Quantec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ralphi Rosario,
Banda Bassotti,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Trojans,
Underground Resistance,
T. Rex,
The Fuzztones,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Raincoats,
Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Womack,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monochrome Set,
Intrusion,
Little Man,
Pagans,
Tears for Fears,
Angry Samoans,
Sex Pistols,
Rod Modell,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sound Behaviour,
Aloha Tigers,
Lungfish,
Pantaleimon,
Dennis Brown,
Darondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.