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 Thailand and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 The Cowsills to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Slick Rick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skarface,
Lungfish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eurythmics,
The Searchers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Wells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joey Negro,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gong,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Average White Band,
Whodini,
Half Japanese,
New Age Steppers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Move,
Lakeside,
Lyres,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Seeds,
Niagra,
John Holt,
Index,
Porter Ricks,
Minny Pops,
Shuggie Otis,
Stereo Dub,
Erasure,
Magma,
Rakim,
Pagans,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Japan,
K-Klass,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick May,
The Moleskins,
Kenny Larkin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rekid,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Germs,
Anthony Braxton,
Pere Ubu,
Malaria!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visage,
the Slits,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.