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 Belgium and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Howard Jones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Max Romeo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smoke,
Nik Kershaw,
Harry Pussy,
The Mummies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aloha Tigers,
Organ,
Lou Reed,
Todd Rundgren,
The Selecter,
The Seeds,
Gang Green,
The Move,
Cymande,
Thee Headcoats,
Yaz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra,
Nico,
Blake Baxter,
The Golliwogs,
The Fuzztones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deepchord,
The Misunderstood,
Kerri Chandler,
Ituana,
DNA,
Youth Brigade,
The Stooges,
Average White Band,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Toasters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pole,
The Raincoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Massinfluence,
The Red Krayola,
Pussy Galore,
Heaven 17,
Altered Images,
Swans,
The Zeros,
Blossom Toes,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.