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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flipper to the rock 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joy Division,
Rufus Thomas,
Interpol,
Fatback Band,
Davy DMX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Curtis Mayfield,
The United States of America,
Nik Kershaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scrapy,
John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fugs,
Slave,
The Index,
Max Romeo,
Desert Stars,
R.M.O.,
Quadrant,
Altered Images,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liliput,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sugar Minott,
Panda Bear,
The Monochrome Set,
Crooked Eye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ornette Coleman,
One Last Wish,
Lyres,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sällskapet,
Eve St. Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Zeros,
The Kinks,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Green,
Banda Bassotti,
The Misunderstood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blossom Toes,
Schoolly D,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Standells,
Agent Orange,
Con Funk Shun,
Technova,
John Holt,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.