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 Costa Rica and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cramps to the punk 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tom Boy,
Sight & Sound,
Amazonics,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Beau Brummels,
Nils Olav,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Techniques,
Marc Almond,
Rakim,
Erasure,
48th St. Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Gabor Szabo,
The Angels of Light,
Loose Ends,
a-ha,
the Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Pole,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Make Up,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Skatalites,
The Tremeloes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Inner City,
Robert Hood,
Gang Green,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ten City,
Con Funk Shun,
U.S. Maple,
Morten Harket,
Sam Rivers,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Clarke,
the Soft Cell,
Gong,
Minutemen,
The Pop Group,
Donny Hathaway,
Suburban Knight,
Crime,
Dennis Brown,
Eric B and Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Man Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Technova,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.