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 Solomon Islands and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 kango's stein massive to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Supertramp,
Scientists,
Jerry's Kids,
X-102,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dark Day,
James White and The Blacks,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul,
The Divine Comedy,
Section 25,
Bang On A Can,
Chrome,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masters at Work,
New Age Steppers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Names,
Qualms,
Agent Orange,
Arcadia,
Iggy Pop,
the Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
The Star Department,
The Gladiators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang of Four,
Thee Headcoats,
Wally Richardson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reagan Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Roxy Music,
Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Aswad,
The American Breed,
Youth Brigade,
Von Mondo,
Slick Rick,
Sixth Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
La Düsseldorf,
Kurtis Blow,
Hasil Adkins,
Toni Rubio,
The Happenings,
The Pop Group,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.