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 Sudan and from London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tears for Fears to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Crooked Eye,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Buckinghams,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare,
DJ Style,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Au Pairs,
Pantaleimon,
Chrome,
the Sonics,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bauhaus,
Rekid,
Sandy B,
Sex Pistols,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick Morgan,
U.S. Maple,
Camouflage,
Roxy Music,
Sun City Girls,
The Cramps,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donny Hathaway,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Yazoo,
New York Dolls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lungfish,
Porter Ricks,
Hot Snakes,
Skriet,
Amon Düül II,
Magma,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ten City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Buzzcocks,
cv313,
The Barracudas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jandek,
DNA,
Fad Gadget,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.