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 Kyrgyzstan and from New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 R.M.O. to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Lower 48,
The Blues Magoos,
Zero Boys,
Black Pus,
Inner City,
Carl Craig,
Second Layer,
DNA,
Hardrive,
Mad Mike,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Trojans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Franke,
Circle Jerks,
Y Pants,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Section 25,
Radio Birdman,
The Modern Lovers,
Cymande,
Goldenarms,
Thee Headcoats,
Unwound,
The Cowsills,
Nik Kershaw,
X-Ray Spex,
One Last Wish,
Slick Rick,
AZ,
Althea and Donna,
Yazoo,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
cv313,
Johnny Clarke,
The Toasters,
The Cure,
Howard Jones,
Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang On A Can,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Connie Case,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fat Boys,
The Smoke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suburban Knight,
Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Magazine,
Faust,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.