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 Gabon and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Duran Duran to the funk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Piero Umiliani,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monochrome Set,
Traffic Nightmare,
Livin' Joy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Techniques,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Litter,
The Toasters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Trumans Water,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
a-ha,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Machine,
LL Cool J,
The Busters,
James White and The Blacks,
Bauhaus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Dolphy,
Alphaville,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers,
Unwound,
Adolescents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The American Breed,
Newcleus,
Yellowson,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oblivians,
Kas Product,
The Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delta 5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
The Names,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxette,
Suicide,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Parrish,
Symarip,
Pantaleimon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Saints,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radio Birdman,
Kenny Larkin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.