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 Canada and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Jerry's Kids to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
L. Decosne,
Metal Thangz,
Flipper,
Popol Vuh,
Lucky Dragons,
Darondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Five Americans,
Nik Kershaw,
Slick Rick,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Scan 7,
Japan,
Accadde A,
Tom Boy,
Malaria!,
The Index,
Yazoo,
Fat Boys,
The Names,
The Techniques,
Peter & Gordon,
James White and The Blacks,
Icehouse,
Deadbeat,
Simply Red,
Model 500,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jawbox,
Dead Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neu!,
Shuggie Otis,
Dual Sessions,
The Red Krayola,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Near,
Bobby Sherman,
New York Dolls,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fuzztones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joey Negro,
H. Thieme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skarface,
Silicon Teens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unrelated Segments,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Essential Logic,
Eurythmics,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.