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 Egypt and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Graham Central Station 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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Raincoats,
Dennis Brown,
Theoretical Girls,
Blancmange,
Flipper,
the Germs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Silicon Teens,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Neon Judgement,
New York Dolls,
Aaron Thompson,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
Jimmy McGriff,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Görl,
Public Image Ltd.,
Supertramp,
H. Thieme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Talk Talk,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Martian,
Deepchord,
The Count Five,
Sex Pistols,
Au Pairs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Procol Harum,
The United States of America,
Black Sheep,
Iggy Pop,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Laurel Aitken,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Sherman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Teasers,
Thompson Twins,
Sam Rivers,
Kenny Larkin,
Swans,
Slick Rick,
Hasil Adkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Symarip,
Scientists,
Tommy Roe,
Mark Hollis,
David McCallum,
Wire,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.