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 Fiji and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Al Stewart to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Silicon Teens,
Skaos,
ABC,
Lungfish,
James White and The Blacks,
Hardrive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cheater Slicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blues Magoos,
Technova,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liliput,
The Red Krayola,
Moebius,
Johnny Clarke,
the Bar-Kays,
the Normal,
Amazonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Little Man,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cybotron,
the Association,
H. Thieme,
Ultra Naté,
Theoretical Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
Eurythmics,
Interpol,
Rotary Connection,
Trumans Water,
Harry Pussy,
Fat Boys,
Joey Negro,
Brand Nubian,
Television Personalities,
Al Stewart,
Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiohead,
Barrington Levy,
Bush Tetras,
Byron Stingily,
Scrapy,
Clear Light,
Roxette,
Terrestrial Tones,
FM Einheit,
Mission of Burma,
Popol Vuh,
Ronan,
K-Klass,
Flipper,
Crime,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.