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 Italy and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
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 spring reverb 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 Organ 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sixth Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Organ,
ABC,
Black Sheep,
Fatback Band,
Newcleus,
Peter and Kerry,
Donny Hathaway,
The Real Kids,
Schoolly D,
Aswad,
Reagan Youth,
PIL,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Steve Hackett,
Pantytec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Wings,
Erasure,
the Association,
The Gap Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June of 44,
Al Stewart,
The Dirtbombs,
The Techniques,
Black Flag,
Siglo XX,
Glenn Branca,
Moss Icon,
Arab on Radar,
Surgeon,
Warsaw,
the Swans,
Don Cherry,
Negative Approach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chrome,
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quantec,
Make Up,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Wells,
Whodini,
Slave,
Susan Cadogan,
Faust,
The Gladiators,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Rundgren,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül II,
World's Most,
Minny Pops,
Loose Ends,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.