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 Brunei and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Pantaleimon to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Christie,
The Black Dice,
Circle Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mo-Dettes,
Scratch Acid,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed,
Mandrill,
Dual Sessions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mission of Burma,
The Index,
Silicon Teens,
Wings,
Angry Samoans,
Half Japanese,
Mark Hollis,
The Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pop Group,
Index,
Fluxion,
Icehouse,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalann,
Yellowson,
The Cramps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barbara Tucker,
The Modern Lovers,
Cymande,
R.M.O.,
Dead Boys,
X-102,
PIL,
Joy Division,
Rapeman,
The Grass Roots,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül,
Skriet,
Arthur Verocai,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Starr,
Bob Dylan,
The Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
The Moleskins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Judy Mowatt,
The Residents,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.