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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Eurythmics to the grime 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Quadrant,
The Motions,
The Blues Magoos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Deepchord,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sparks,
the Germs,
Godley & Creme,
The Black Dice,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marine Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Davy DMX,
Toni Rubio,
Unwound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yellowson,
KRS-One,
Sun City Girls,
Scientists,
Massinfluence,
Joey Negro,
World's Most,
Duran Duran,
Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Terry,
Ken Boothe,
Adolescents,
Joensuu 1685,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crooked Eye,
Boz Scaggs,
Lee Hazlewood,
a-ha,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ornette Coleman,
Fugazi,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alton Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eli Mardock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arcadia,
Procol Harum,
The Pretty Things,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warsaw,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter and Kerry,
Cluster,
Infiniti,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.