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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Camouflage to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Roger Hodgson,
Procol Harum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Goldenarms,
Brass Construction,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra,
Fear,
Young Marble Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Desert Stars,
Mantronix,
Fad Gadget,
Slave,
Bauhaus,
Bluetip,
Mandrill,
PIL,
The Offenders,
Scientists,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Kurtis Blow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Albert Ayler,
June Days,
Swell Maps,
The Mojo Men,
The Flesh Eaters,
Howard Jones,
Lungfish,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
The Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nico,
Stetsasonic,
Intrusion,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
Television,
The Velvet Underground,
ABBA,
Joey Negro,
Barbara Tucker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lakeside,
Cybotron,
The Motions,
Kenny Larkin,
Pagans,
Accadde A,
Graham Central Station,
Danielle Patucci,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.