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 Chad and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Laurel Aitken to the funk 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Young Rascals,
Skriet,
Steve Hackett,
The New Christs,
Ronan,
Joyce Sims,
Zapp,
Amon Düül II,
John Lydon,
Donald Byrd,
Clear Light,
Ten City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun City Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Mills,
Radio Birdman,
Reuben Wilson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bad Manners,
Blake Baxter,
the Germs,
Drive Like Jehu,
kango's stein massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Negative Approach,
The Dirtbombs,
The Motions,
Ponytail,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bob Dylan,
Fat Boys,
Faraquet,
Eden Ahbez,
The Grass Roots,
The Birthday Party,
Main Source,
Ituana,
Black Moon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maurizio,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Womack,
These Immortal Souls,
The Walker Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dark Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Theoretical Girls,
Wally Richardson,
H. Thieme,
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.