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 Gabon and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 This Heat to the jazz 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Fatback Band,
Yaz,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Masters at Work,
Spandau Ballet,
Tom Boy,
Hot Snakes,
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
Pere Ubu,
Nirvana,
The Grass Roots,
Pussy Galore,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Darondo,
The Gories,
The Young Rascals,
Hardrive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shuggie Otis,
Prince Buster,
Piero Umiliani,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Tremeloes,
Aloha Tigers,
Dual Sessions,
The Mojo Men,
Wire,
Todd Terry,
Cheater Slicks,
Ludus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Flag,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Vogues,
The Count Five,
Trumans Water,
In Retrospect,
Motorama,
The Star Department,
Soft Machine,
Lyres,
Theoretical Girls,
Grauzone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Pus,
Desert Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.