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 Chad and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Matthew Halsall to the rock 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Fear,
Underground Resistance,
Judy Mowatt,
The Martian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Con Funk Shun,
Porter Ricks,
The Smiths,
Accadde A,
Minor Threat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Schoolly D,
Steve Hackett,
Das Ding,
The Music Machine,
The Cure,
Blake Baxter,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Almond,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bad Manners,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Connie Case,
Scion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Max Romeo,
Bluetip,
Bobby Sherman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mandrill,
Rotary Connection,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Axelrod,
Lou Christie,
The Birthday Party,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alice Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül,
June Days,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Rundgren,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Neon Judgement,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.