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 Philippines and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the dance 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fear,
Radiohead,
Banda Bassotti,
Archie Shepp,
The Monks,
Al Stewart,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick May,
Eve St. Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker,
Animal Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reuben Wilson,
The Happenings,
Crooked Eye,
David Axelrod,
John Holt,
The Velvet Underground,
Joy Division,
Minor Threat,
The Trojans,
The Birthday Party,
Gang of Four,
Harmonia,
Howard Jones,
Franke,
Bobby Womack,
Camberwell Now,
MC5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Green,
Flash Fearless,
Kerri Chandler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
June of 44,
Duran Duran,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pretty Things,
Pole,
Ituana,
Pulsallama,
Agitation Free,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fortunes,
Supertramp,
Morten Harket,
Parry Music,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Bourne,
Unwound,
The United States of America,
David McCallum,
EPMD,
Quadrant,
Mr. Review,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.