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 Burundi and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Erykah Badu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Whodini 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Outsiders,
Yaz,
Ultravox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacob Miller,
Nils Olav,
Livin' Joy,
Scientists,
the Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Count Five,
Quadrant,
Von Mondo,
The Gun Club,
Cameo,
Sparks,
Anakelly,
Adolescents,
Sex Pistols,
Radiohead,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Technova,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra,
Chris & Cosey,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
Monolake,
Camouflage,
Bootsy Collins,
Surgeon,
A Certain Ratio,
Warren Ellis,
The Offenders,
Groovy Waters,
Black Moon,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mandrill,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors,
Neil Young,
Erykah Badu,
Scion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stockholm Monsters,
Althea and Donna,
Average White Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.