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 United Kingdom 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Brass Construction to the punk 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Infiniti,
Unrelated Segments,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
The Move,
June of 44,
Delta 5,
The Seeds,
Maurizio,
The Names,
Pantaleimon,
Jawbox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Slits,
Marc Almond,
Sparks,
The Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Anthony Braxton,
Mission of Burma,
a-ha,
Wings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Christie,
The Grass Roots,
Youth Brigade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
La Düsseldorf,
Angry Samoans,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barrington Levy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
In Retrospect,
Peter & Gordon,
Unwound,
Nick Fraelich,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Halsall,
Slick Rick,
The Count Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Main Source,
R.M.O.,
Lindisfarne,
Kaleidoscope,
Reagan Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Victims,
Barbara Tucker,
Heaven 17,
Gang of Four,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.