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 Romania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
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 organ 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 Skriet to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Gerry Rafferty,
Icehouse,
Slave,
The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
Loose Ends,
China Crisis,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultra Naté,
The Names,
The Associates,
E-Dancer,
Q and Not U,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Mills,
Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Minutemen,
Henry Cow,
The Busters,
The Skatalites,
Essential Logic,
Das Ding,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxette,
The Pop Group,
Jacob Miller,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Scrapy,
Au Pairs,
Urselle,
Alton Ellis,
The American Breed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Symarip,
Archie Shepp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harmonia,
Pere Ubu,
Malaria!,
Make Up,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agitation Free,
Groovy Waters,
The Zeros,
Derrick Morgan,
The Knickerbockers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
L. Decosne,
Marine Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.