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 Mauritius and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Saints to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Ornette Coleman,
Scan 7,
Barry Ungar,
the Human League,
Nico,
The Grass Roots,
Freddie Wadling,
Harry Pussy,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skaos,
the Bar-Kays,
Eddi Front,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
Todd Rundgren,
Schoolly D,
Das Ding,
Thee Headcoats,
Pierre Henry,
Camberwell Now,
Charles Mingus,
Quadrant,
Quantec,
Anakelly,
Television,
The Motions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unwound,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
Index,
Morten Harket,
Siglo XX,
D'Angelo,
Sun City Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Pagans,
Fluxion,
The Cramps,
Barrington Levy,
Erykah Badu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Basic Channel,
Parry Music,
Lou Christie,
Gong,
Magma,
Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slick Rick,
Warsaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Hill,
Laurel Aitken,
Blake Baxter,
Zero Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.