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 Georgia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Junior Murvin to the rock 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
CMW,
The Saints,
10cc,
Magazine,
Sun City Girls,
Moby Grape,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Teasers,
Blake Baxter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aaron Thompson,
Lindisfarne,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Terry,
The Victims,
Pantytec,
Josef K,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young,
Radiohead,
Guru Guru,
Mission of Burma,
Thee Headcoats,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
LL Cool J,
Letta Mbulu,
Lungfish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Qualms,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Pus,
48th St. Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
Zapp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gabor Szabo,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
ABC,
This Heat,
Fatback Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mummies,
Unwound,
Henry Cow,
Motorama,
Arthur Verocai,
Ossler,
The Smiths,
The Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Cybotron,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.