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 Georgia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Gang Gang Dance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Ohio Players,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Make Up,
Man Parrish,
Clear Light,
Q and Not U,
Warren Ellis,
David McCallum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Terry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sparks,
Crooked Eye,
Cameo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
John Foxx,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dead C,
MDC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mo-Dettes,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
The Remains,
OOIOO,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Busters,
KRS-One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ituana,
In Retrospect,
Animal Collective,
Qualms,
Arab on Radar,
Supertramp,
Matthew Bourne,
Brick,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Vogues,
The Fortunes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monochrome Set,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stiv Bators,
The Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.