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 Bahamas and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roger Hodgson to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Eli Mardock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lindisfarne,
Fatback Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
Steve Hackett,
Hardrive,
Wings,
Barclay James Harvest,
The United States of America,
Cybotron,
The Victims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rod Modell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spoonie Gee,
Mr. Review,
The Misunderstood,
The Index,
The Blackbyrds,
The Evens,
E-Dancer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mo-Dettes,
China Crisis,
The Fortunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
MDC,
June Days,
Scion,
Suburban Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Clarke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Surgeon,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Iggy Pop,
Colin Newman,
Silicon Teens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scientists,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delta 5,
Roxette,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pussy Galore,
Brick,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.