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 Bangladesh and from London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Black Sheep to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Remains,
Scientists,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television,
Alison Limerick,
Supertramp,
the Germs,
Animal Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Normal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat,
The Toasters,
Arthur Verocai,
The Zeros,
The Walker Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Janne Schatter,
John Cale,
Warsaw,
Second Layer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Green,
Piero Umiliani,
Funky Four + One,
Deepchord,
Saccharine Trust,
Dark Day,
Brass Construction,
Silicon Teens,
The Five Americans,
Tropical Tobacco,
E-Dancer,
Altered Images,
Schoolly D,
Goldenarms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Durutti Column,
Cymande,
Ituana,
The Seeds,
The Doors,
X-101,
Aural Exciters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Con Funk Shun,
Rufus Thomas,
The Index,
Nick Fraelich,
June Days,
Audionom,
The Mummies,
Kaleidoscope,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Vogues,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.