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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jeff Lynne to the grime 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Bluetip,
Lakeside,
Mars,
Prince Buster,
The American Breed,
Newcleus,
X-Ray Spex,
Arab on Radar,
Bad Manners,
Brand Nubian,
The Buckinghams,
Man Eating Sloth,
MDC,
The Busters,
Drexciya,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smiths,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sister Nancy,
Basic Channel,
Ponytail,
Procol Harum,
U.S. Maple,
LL Cool J,
Deakin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Graham Central Station,
Supertramp,
Dennis Brown,
Ludus,
Monolake,
Stetsasonic,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Alice Coltrane,
Rekid,
Tres Demented,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crime,
World's Most,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Copeland,
Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Gabor Szabo,
Yazoo,
Schoolly D,
JFA,
Altered Images,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.