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 Nigeria and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Tremeloes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sex Pistols,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heaven 17,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gap Band,
Public Enemy,
AZ,
Boredoms,
DJ Sneak,
Soulsonic Force,
Hardrive,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cure,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantytec,
The Fortunes,
The Golliwogs,
Rekid,
Subhumans,
Aural Exciters,
Quadrant,
Flash Fearless,
Symarip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mo-Dettes,
The Litter,
Guru Guru,
Michelle Simonal,
These Immortal Souls,
Ituana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Star Department,
Average White Band,
Neu!,
Siglo XX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Five Americans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Outsiders,
Q and Not U,
Clear Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry's Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kas Product,
Max Romeo,
Marine Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ten City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visage,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.