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 Portugal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Accadde A to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boz Scaggs,
cv313,
Shoche,
Barbara Tucker,
Television,
DNA,
Zero Boys,
Sandy B,
the Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Fatback Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slackers,
Black Moon,
The Move,
Morten Harket,
Agitation Free,
Graham Central Station,
Deakin,
Wire,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fugs,
Warren Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
EPMD,
Erasure,
Surgeon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter & Gordon,
Das Ding,
Yaz,
The Standells,
X-101,
The Modern Lovers,
The Searchers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cowsills,
John Coltrane,
Delta 5,
Black Pus,
Erykah Badu,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Prince Buster,
Man Parrish,
The Smoke,
Franke,
Funky Four + One,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Youth Brigade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
John Holt,
Rosa Yemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Index,
Tom Boy,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.