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 Peru and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Cameo,
Aloha Tigers,
David Axelrod,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pylon,
Jeff Mills,
Simply Red,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neu!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
La Düsseldorf,
Slave,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Happenings,
The Smiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Wings,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Association,
Guru Guru,
Howard Jones,
Barrington Levy,
The Divine Comedy,
Clear Light,
Half Japanese,
The Martian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Porter Ricks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boz Scaggs,
James White and The Blacks,
D'Angelo,
The Gap Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Harmonia,
Tim Buckley,
Frankie Knuckles,
Circle Jerks,
Warsaw,
Magma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moebius,
Ohio Players,
Altered Images,
Technova,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bush Tetras,
Joey Negro,
EPMD,
Erasure,
The Doors,
Joensuu 1685,
Alice Coltrane,
Pagans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Green,
H. Thieme,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.