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 Greece and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Roger Hodgson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Animal Collective,
48th St. Collective,
The Offenders,
The Evens,
Joey Negro,
Loose Ends,
Ponytail,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Sherman,
Franke,
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
Deepchord,
Soul II Soul,
The Victims,
Yusef Lateef,
David McCallum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantytec,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Halsall,
Darondo,
Michelle Simonal,
The Black Dice,
Livin' Joy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Moon,
Monks,
Marc Almond,
Thompson Twins,
A Certain Ratio,
Los Fastidios,
The Blackbyrds,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Clarke,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cure,
Joe Finger,
The Residents,
Fatback Band,
The Fortunes,
Qualms,
Interpol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hardrive,
Massinfluence,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brothers Johnson,
Colin Newman,
Toni Rubio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q and Not U,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agent Orange,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.