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 Slovenia and from Paris.
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 Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 a-ha to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Ohio Players,
Harry Pussy,
Don Cherry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Starr,
Fear,
Essential Logic,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fortunes,
Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Goldenarms,
Masters at Work,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Juan Atkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sugar Minott,
The Neon Judgement,
Eli Mardock,
Terry Callier,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warren Ellis,
The Cowsills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Janne Schatter,
the Human League,
Godley & Creme,
the Slits,
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gories,
Reuben Wilson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zapp,
The Motions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Outsiders,
Con Funk Shun,
New Age Steppers,
Accadde A,
Wire,
Pylon,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
Cybotron,
Derrick May,
The Slackers,
Darondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.