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 Vietnam and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Ludus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Duran Duran,
Radiohead,
Monks,
Arcadia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
The Offenders,
Steve Hackett,
Tom Boy,
Godley & Creme,
Deadbeat,
Soft Cell,
the Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacob Miller,
Loose Ends,
Lalann,
Goldenarms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minny Pops,
Little Man,
Unwound,
Ken Boothe,
Outsiders,
Faraquet,
Kurtis Blow,
John Holt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
The Last Poets,
Lucky Dragons,
Mandrill,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fortunes,
Funkadelic,
Infiniti,
DJ Sneak,
Roger Hodgson,
Angry Samoans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Hood,
The United States of America,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Teasers,
Pantaleimon,
The Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Thee Headcoats,
JFA,
The Cramps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.