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 Estonia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy Collins,
Outsiders,
The Dead C,
Newcleus,
James White and The Blacks,
Sex Pistols,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Beau Brummels,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick May,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moody Blues,
Rod Modell,
Prince Buster,
Liliput,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Barrington Levy,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacob Miller,
The Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Lower 48,
Lyres,
Tears for Fears,
Hashim,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker,
Los Fastidios,
Pussy Galore,
Toni Rubio,
The Standells,
Josef K,
Max Romeo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang On A Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Eden Ahbez,
L. Decosne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yellowson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spoonie Gee,
Wire,
Quantec,
Kas Product,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.