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 Cape Verde and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Lynne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Move,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cramps,
PIL,
Graham Central Station,
Saccharine Trust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Judy Mowatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skarface,
Urselle,
Byron Stingily,
The Gladiators,
Harmonia,
The Music Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Underground Resistance,
Sandy B,
Interpol,
Gang Starr,
Arcadia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Steve Hackett,
Animal Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Teasers,
The Real Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
Newcleus,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fall,
The Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suburban Knight,
The Busters,
The Fuzztones,
Scientists,
Ice-T,
Kool Moe Dee,
Con Funk Shun,
Motorama,
Archie Shepp,
T.S.O.L.,
Simply Red,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Birthday Party,
New Order,
Los Fastidios,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gun Club,
The Dirtbombs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers,
48th St. Collective,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.