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 Japan and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Happenings to the dance 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Five Americans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Prince Buster,
Tres Demented,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sugar Minott,
The Zeros,
Visage,
Johnny Clarke,
Quantec,
June Days,
Isaac Hayes,
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
Mark Hollis,
Yaz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Main Source,
Todd Rundgren,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Copeland,
Underground Resistance,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Almond,
Max Romeo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Grass Roots,
Harmonia,
Rekid,
Piero Umiliani,
Lakeside,
Matthew Bourne,
Basic Channel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dual Sessions,
Infiniti,
Lungfish,
Intrusion,
Rufus Thomas,
Tubeway Army,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quadrant,
Adolescents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scion,
Chrome,
Anakelly,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Litter,
Organ,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Byrd,
Average White Band,
Lalann,
Vainqueur,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
The Tremeloes,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.