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 Malta and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Blossom Toes to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
David Bowie,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Interpol,
E-Dancer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Near,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fortunes,
Mission of Burma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nico,
Wally Richardson,
Young Marble Giants,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Saccharine Trust,
Bush Tetras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
The Blackbyrds,
10cc,
Scion,
Joe Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Lynne,
Toni Rubio,
Pantytec,
Barrington Levy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Black Dice,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
The Star Department,
B.T. Express,
Absolute Body Control,
Kayak,
Marc Almond,
World's Most,
Skaos,
The Mojo Men,
Marcia Griffiths,
Guru Guru,
Ronnie Foster,
Cymande,
Accadde A,
Flipper,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
U.S. Maple,
Easy Going,
The Birthday Party,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June of 44,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.