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 Syria and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton 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?
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacob Miller,
Spoonie Gee,
Livin' Joy,
10cc,
Bootsy Collins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Kinks,
Mantronix,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agitation Free,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yaz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Model 500,
Yazoo,
OOIOO,
Yusef Lateef,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pylon,
Sarah Menescal,
Ken Boothe,
Cameo,
Sixth Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DNA,
Interpol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Lydon,
R.M.O.,
Yellowson,
Buzzcocks,
Grauzone,
The Victims,
Marine Girls,
Audionom,
Los Fastidios,
The Cramps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Television Personalities,
The Young Rascals,
The Golliwogs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Main Source,
Derrick May,
Bad Manners,
Wolf Eyes,
Hashim,
David Axelrod,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
The Residents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Arcadia,
Massinfluence,
The Stooges,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.