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 Mozambique and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the dance 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Divine Comedy,
Theoretical Girls,
Television Personalities,
Simply Red,
The Doobie Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Ituana,
Gichy Dan,
Essential Logic,
Outsiders,
Scion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Colin Newman,
The J.B.'s,
Groovy Waters,
The Move,
Symarip,
Lyres,
Reuben Wilson,
a-ha,
Roxy Music,
Nik Kershaw,
Mark Hollis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Archie Shepp,
The Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Youth Brigade,
Eden Ahbez,
The Five Americans,
Fat Boys,
DJ Style,
Sugar Minott,
Godley & Creme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unwound,
The Monks,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Circle Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Blake Baxter,
Black Flag,
Nico,
Franke,
Suburban Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Rundgren,
Tim Buckley,
Bad Manners,
Banda Bassotti,
Mandrill,
Sam Rivers,
Slave,
Faraquet,
Hasil Adkins,
Heaven 17,
Ice-T,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.