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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Winnipeg and Paris.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Mo-Dettes 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agent Orange,
The Tremeloes,
Section 25,
The Pretty Things,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gories,
Ronnie Foster,
Pole,
Lou Reed,
Reagan Youth,
Swell Maps,
T. Rex,
The J.B.'s,
EPMD,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Kaleidoscope,
Groovy Waters,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Five Americans,
Supertramp,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiohead,
Harmonia,
Theoretical Girls,
Yazoo,
Toni Rubio,
Joey Negro,
Little Man,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare,
48th St. Collective,
The Evens,
John Holt,
Godley & Creme,
Tommy Roe,
ABBA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Offenders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fugs,
Moebius,
Nick Fraelich,
Fort Wilson Riot,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Clear Light,
Desert Stars,
Das Ding,
Jerry's Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dawn Penn,
Monolake,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.