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 Antigua and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Pussy Galore to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moleskins,
The Tremeloes,
The Count Five,
Archie Shepp,
Dennis Brown,
Chrome,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Steve Hackett,
Quando Quango,
Idris Muhammad,
Lungfish,
Radio Birdman,
Scrapy,
Brass Construction,
The Gap Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joy Division,
The Beau Brummels,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aloha Tigers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Technova,
James White and The Blacks,
the Human League,
The Cramps,
Y Pants,
Joyce Sims,
Anthony Braxton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Junior Murvin,
Donald Byrd,
Visage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ossler,
ABC,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare,
Wally Richardson,
Franke,
Alton Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pole,
Barry Ungar,
Wasted Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Liliput,
Soul II Soul,
The Red Krayola,
Main Source,
Faust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hasil Adkins,
Ohio Players,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.