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 Cambodia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 Bobby Sherman to the jazz 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Q65,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Human League,
Sun City Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dead C,
The Sound,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kurtis Blow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül II,
Rufus Thomas,
Malaria!,
Minnie Riperton,
Rotary Connection,
David McCallum,
Pagans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nils Olav,
Joey Negro,
Adolescents,
James White and The Blacks,
KRS-One,
Maleditus Sound,
The Skatalites,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
AZ,
T.S.O.L.,
Quando Quango,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gun Club,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Wyatt,
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
K-Klass,
Bauhaus,
Roxette,
Agitation Free,
Fela Kuti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Sound Behaviour,
FM Einheit,
10cc,
Das Ding,
Scion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Toni Rubio,
Rosa Yemen,
Fat Boys,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.