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 Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skaos to the funk 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Lydon,
Barrington Levy,
Moby Grape,
X-102,
Masters at Work,
The Real Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rufus Thomas,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smoke,
Spoonie Gee,
the Human League,
The Black Dice,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Christie,
Goldenarms,
Deepchord,
Lyres,
Sugar Minott,
Altered Images,
The Mummies,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monochrome Set,
KRS-One,
Marc Almond,
Pulsallama,
Agitation Free,
MDC,
Metal Thangz,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Bourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Association,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shuggie Otis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cecil Taylor,
EPMD,
David McCallum,
Brick,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Groovy Waters,
The Toasters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
World's Most,
The Offenders,
Hoover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Schoolly D,
The Residents,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.