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 Taiwan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
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 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 Matthew Bourne to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen 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?
the Fania All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Idris Muhammad,
Moebius,
Howard Jones,
June of 44,
Slick Rick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kayak,
Joe Finger,
John Lydon,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stereo Dub,
Ludus,
Sixth Finger,
Simply Red,
Spoonie Gee,
Max Romeo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Henry Cow,
Monolake,
Moby Grape,
Crime,
Carl Craig,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rosa Yemen,
the Association,
The Divine Comedy,
Colin Newman,
Spandau Ballet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visage,
The Motions,
Accadde A,
Pylon,
Junior Murvin,
The Star Department,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Hood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skaos,
Schoolly D,
the Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wasted Youth,
Newcleus,
Niagra,
Brand Nubian,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
H. Thieme,
Metal Thangz,
Crooked Eye,
Basic Channel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gabor Szabo,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.