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 Sri Lanka and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Young Rascals to the disco 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
EPMD,
Kas Product,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cowsills,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Mills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Copeland,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wally Richardson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June of 44,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camberwell Now,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Five Americans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Hood,
The Golliwogs,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra,
Alice Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Lyres,
Jacob Miller,
Frankie Knuckles,
Michelle Simonal,
Procol Harum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bronski Beat,
One Last Wish,
The Slits,
Make Up,
Qualms,
T. Rex,
Matthew Halsall,
Stetsasonic,
The Tremeloes,
Tubeway Army,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Divine Comedy,
Tommy Roe,
Q and Not U,
the Germs,
Pulsallama,
T.S.O.L.,
Surgeon,
Marmalade,
DNA,
The Fall,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.