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 Mongolia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Procol Harum to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Leaves,
Make Up,
Carl Craig,
Iggy Pop,
A Certain Ratio,
ABBA,
Soft Cell,
The Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Altered Images,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aaron Thompson,
The Red Krayola,
The Residents,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
Mandrill,
cv313,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris & Cosey,
Monks,
Talk Talk,
The Mummies,
Black Bananas,
Scan 7,
Shoche,
Marvin Gaye,
Wally Richardson,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Q65,
Deakin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Bob Dylan,
48th St. Collective,
the Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Erykah Badu,
Connie Case,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Saints,
Franke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
Junior Murvin,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Music Machine,
Skarface,
Davy DMX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Toasters,
Jeff Lynne,
Morten Harket,
Moebius,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.