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 Canada and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Parry Music to the rock 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New York Dolls,
Hoover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Dark Day,
Qualms,
Oblivians,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thompson Twins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
JFA,
Brass Construction,
Janne Schatter,
Skriet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick May,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Nico,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
Marmalade,
Eurythmics,
Black Pus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Newcleus,
Make Up,
Hardrive,
The Skatalites,
Pantytec,
The Invisible,
Faraquet,
Cluster,
Lakeside,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Bananas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yaz,
Ronnie Foster,
Visage,
Organ,
Black Sheep,
The Remains,
The Barracudas,
Eric Copeland,
The Divine Comedy,
Eden Ahbez,
Marine Girls,
The Sound,
Half Japanese,
The Stooges,
Ten City,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.