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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bobby Sherman to the punk 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Young Rascals,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
Agitation Free,
cv313,
June Days,
Ituana,
Shuggie Otis,
Faust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dirtbombs,
Magma,
Spoonie Gee,
Sällskapet,
Negative Approach,
The Misunderstood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Osbourne,
10cc,
Bill Wells,
Laurel Aitken,
Desert Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Quantec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Red Krayola,
Drexciya,
Heaven 17,
Minny Pops,
Isaac Hayes,
John Lydon,
Lower 48,
Deadbeat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Sherman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
The United States of America,
David Axelrod,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Victims,
Jeff Lynne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harry Pussy,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter & Gordon,
Rapeman,
Thompson Twins,
Cybotron,
Slick Rick,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oblivians,
The Beau Brummels,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.