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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Lebanon Hanover to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Steve Hackett,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
UT,
DJ Style,
Y Pants,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fugs,
Niagra,
Excepter,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Star Department,
Groovy Waters,
Ornette Coleman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Au Pairs,
Easy Going,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris Corsano,
Marvin Gaye,
Faraquet,
John Lydon,
The Neon Judgement,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ken Boothe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mummies,
The Techniques,
Fugazi,
Byron Stingily,
The Count Five,
The Fall,
The Doors,
Toni Rubio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tubeway Army,
The Smoke,
Drexciya,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gladiators,
Iggy Pop,
Blancmange,
Eve St. Jones,
The Victims,
Andrew Hill,
Fear,
10cc,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brothers Johnson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Little Man,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.