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 Micronesia and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Blackbyrds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick May,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dead C,
Donny Hathaway,
The Count Five,
The Offenders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kayak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
the Slits,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül,
D'Angelo,
Moby Grape,
Loose Ends,
Soul II Soul,
Isaac Hayes,
The Wake,
Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moleskins,
The Monks,
Anakelly,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donald Byrd,
The Zeros,
Zero Boys,
Juan Atkins,
The Red Krayola,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacob Miller,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DNA,
Fatback Band,
Gang of Four,
Mr. Review,
Mantronix,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oneida,
Marmalade,
Sparks,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crooked Eye,
Rites of Spring,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed,
Skaos,
Ponytail,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers,
Alton Ellis,
Niagra,
the Bar-Kays,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Last Poets,
Motorama,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.