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 Kuwait and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 The Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Saints,
Supertramp,
The Leaves,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy Collins,
Siglo XX,
Letta Mbulu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pylon,
Maleditus Sound,
June of 44,
kango's stein massive,
Youth Brigade,
Outsiders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ossler,
This Heat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Christie,
E-Dancer,
David Bowie,
Godley & Creme,
The Techniques,
The Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Clarke,
Laurel Aitken,
Flamin' Groovies,
Los Fastidios,
Eric B and Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Style,
Gang Green,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Vainqueur,
Eric Dolphy,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
John Lydon,
Bobby Byrd,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
Au Pairs,
Aswad,
The Fall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young,
Hasil Adkins,
Deepchord,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
The Count Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.