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 Italy and from London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Lee Hazlewood to the dance 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department 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?
The Offenders,
The Dead C,
Black Pus,
The Moody Blues,
Anakelly,
Zapp,
Black Bananas,
Sex Pistols,
X-Ray Spex,
Harpers Bizarre,
Negative Approach,
World's Most,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Holt,
Harmonia,
The Human League,
The Fall,
Scott Walker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris Corsano,
Stereo Dub,
Hardrive,
The Music Machine,
The Count Five,
the Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Mills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sister Nancy,
Nas,
David Axelrod,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
L. Decosne,
Iggy Pop,
Crooked Eye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oblivians,
T.S.O.L.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tres Demented,
The Fortunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Starr,
Girls At Our Best!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slave,
The Remains,
Ultra Naté,
Joy Division,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.