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 Iran and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Porter Ricks to the crunk 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band 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?
Radiohead,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Donald Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fad Gadget,
The Sound,
The Cramps,
Tom Boy,
R.M.O.,
Joy Division,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Young Rascals,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Misunderstood,
Alice Coltrane,
Marmalade,
The Gories,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Görl,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris & Cosey,
Newcleus,
Urselle,
E-Dancer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lungfish,
New York Dolls,
James White and The Blacks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ornette Coleman,
Prince Buster,
Fluxion,
Donny Hathaway,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blackbyrds,
Sparks,
Porter Ricks,
Surgeon,
10cc,
Leonard Cohen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young,
Outsiders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bronski Beat,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
The Motions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Audionom,
The Standells,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.