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 Benin and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Tom Boy,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mummies,
Camouflage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unwound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Audionom,
The Walker Brothers,
One Last Wish,
The Smoke,
Youth Brigade,
The Pretty Things,
The Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Circle Jerks,
Excepter,
Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Negative Approach,
The Searchers,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stockholm Monsters,
Make Up,
Camberwell Now,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Move,
Severed Heads,
Country Teasers,
Roger Hodgson,
Flash Fearless,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-102,
Mission of Burma,
World's Most,
Eurythmics,
The Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
K-Klass,
Wire,
Television Personalities,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Susan Cadogan,
Motorama,
Yazoo,
Pagans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flipper,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Pus,
Public Enemy,
The Divine Comedy,
Toni Rubio,
Average White Band,
Grey Daturas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.