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 Fiji and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 T. Rex to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Sneak,
Rufus Thomas,
Ten City,
The Modern Lovers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visage,
Scientists,
Ludus,
MC5,
Anakelly,
Soul II Soul,
Moebius,
World's Most,
Whodini,
Simply Red,
The Smoke,
Ultra Naté,
Steve Hackett,
Boz Scaggs,
The Young Rascals,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alison Limerick,
Josef K,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Talk Talk,
The Music Machine,
The Moleskins,
KRS-One,
The Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Tres Demented,
Cybotron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Byron Stingily,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mr. Review,
Intrusion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gories,
the Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minnie Riperton,
Chrome,
Lakeside,
The Walker Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cameo,
This Heat,
Camberwell Now,
X-101,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.