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 Guatemala and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Doors to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Lindisfarne,
Slick Rick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Isaac Hayes,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magma,
Laurel Aitken,
Marmalade,
Trumans Water,
the Soft Cell,
Can,
Organ,
Das Ding,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-Ray Spex,
The Music Machine,
Moby Grape,
ABBA,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Mandrill,
Parry Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Terry,
Junior Murvin,
Stetsasonic,
The New Christs,
10cc,
Roger Hodgson,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
Michelle Simonal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quantec,
Schoolly D,
The Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
The Mummies,
48th St. Collective,
The Skatalites,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Sister Nancy,
Aloha Tigers,
KRS-One,
Erasure,
Yazoo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ossler,
Davy DMX,
New Age Steppers,
Black Bananas,
K-Klass,
Adolescents,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.