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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Mo-Dettes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nas,
Organ,
Eurythmics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Josef K,
Harry Pussy,
The Knickerbockers,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxy Music,
Black Sheep,
Das Ding,
Clear Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Hood,
Audionom,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barry Ungar,
Fear,
David Bowie,
The Monks,
Jandek,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Con Funk Shun,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
The Leaves,
Sandy B,
Suicide,
The Happenings,
Monks,
Liliput,
Crash Course in Science,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zapp,
The Evens,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Godley & Creme,
Sparks,
Wally Richardson,
The Count Five,
Mandrill,
The Cramps,
Index,
Bob Dylan,
Flipper,
a-ha,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Y Pants,
John Holt,
The Techniques,
Scientists,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.