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 St Lucia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 a-ha to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moby Grape,
Howard Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
R.M.O.,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Lynne,
LL Cool J,
Zero Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ralphi Rosario,
48th St. Collective,
Pagans,
Morten Harket,
The Trojans,
Bobby Womack,
The Toasters,
Cymande,
10cc,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Wyatt,
The Five Americans,
Yazoo,
The Barracudas,
Grauzone,
Carl Craig,
Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Radiohead,
Surgeon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang On A Can,
Harry Pussy,
Sällskapet,
Nils Olav,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Almond,
Max Romeo,
Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Steve Hackett,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Wells,
The Evens,
The Golliwogs,
Barbara Tucker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television Personalities,
Grey Daturas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cluster,
MDC,
Yaz,
Ponytail,
Robert Görl,
John Foxx,
Prince Buster,
Jandek,
The Young Rascals,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.