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 Cyprus and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Isaac Hayes to the jazz 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Juan Atkins,
Masters at Work,
Bill Wells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mr. Review,
Howard Jones,
Gong,
Bobby Sherman,
Depeche Mode,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bauhaus,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mars,
Monolake,
The Trojans,
Technova,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra,
R.M.O.,
The Smiths,
Bobby Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
X-102,
John Cale,
The Monks,
Dead Boys,
Nirvana,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blossom Toes,
Talk Talk,
Gregory Isaacs,
a-ha,
Sarah Menescal,
La Düsseldorf,
Harmonia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
B.T. Express,
Faust,
Jawbox,
The Moleskins,
Niagra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Sneak,
Monks,
Little Man,
Nik Kershaw,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick Morgan,
Gichy Dan,
Marmalade,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.