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 Paraguay and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Moss Icon to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Jacques Brel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moody Blues,
Buzzcocks,
Erasure,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Los Fastidios,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cure,
Rufus Thomas,
The Angels of Light,
Ronan,
The Searchers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DNA,
Infiniti,
Malaria!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Main Source,
Pere Ubu,
Eli Mardock,
The Golliwogs,
Groovy Waters,
The Mojo Men,
Anthony Braxton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nils Olav,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Womack,
Index,
Sun City Girls,
Patti Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Fraelich,
Procol Harum,
Symarip,
The Move,
Girls At Our Best!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spoonie Gee,
Jandek,
Dual Sessions,
The Music Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
PIL,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Clarke,
Letta Mbulu,
Bluetip,
Public Enemy,
Q65,
Franke,
Lucky Dragons,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Almond,
The Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.