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 Japan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Knickerbockers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Alarm Clocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swans,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Görl,
Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Bronski Beat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Isaac Hayes,
D'Angelo,
H. Thieme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Wake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dead Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Adolescents,
Gang Green,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Mills,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
Lucky Dragons,
Buzzcocks,
Thompson Twins,
Bob Dylan,
Reagan Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Music Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Don Cherry,
Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Offenders,
The Kinks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy Collins,
Kas Product,
Todd Terry,
The Selecter,
The Slackers,
Bang On A Can,
Skaos,
Brass Construction,
the Sonics,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.