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 Luxembourg and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Johnny Osbourne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Young Marble Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dennis Brown,
The Smiths,
Oblivians,
Chris Corsano,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neil Young,
Bob Dylan,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vainqueur,
the Human League,
Royal Trux,
Jacques Brel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Tremeloes,
Dual Sessions,
Jandek,
Bill Near,
Skarface,
Franke,
Vladislav Delay,
Susan Cadogan,
China Crisis,
Quadrant,
Althea and Donna,
Reuben Wilson,
The United States of America,
Cameo,
Smog,
Animal Collective,
Accadde A,
Warsaw,
10cc,
Scan 7,
The Fuzztones,
Visage,
Dawn Penn,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gun Club,
Hoover,
Aural Exciters,
Nas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Easy Going,
The Victims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Hood,
The Litter,
the Germs,
John Holt,
Wally Richardson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.