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 Turkmenistan and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 The Litter to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
UT,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
48th St. Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Arab on Radar,
Angry Samoans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lower 48,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini,
Crash Course in Science,
Roger Hodgson,
Donald Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Young Marble Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Terry Callier,
Bluetip,
Country Teasers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül II,
Jacob Miller,
Warsaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scan 7,
Scratch Acid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gladiators,
Icehouse,
The Fuzztones,
The Real Kids,
X-101,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
E-Dancer,
Outsiders,
Scion,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra,
Urselle,
Dawn Penn,
Delon & Dalcan,
The New Christs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suicide,
Groovy Waters,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.