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 New Zealand and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Pantytec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Move,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül,
Shoche,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sound,
Fear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Alton Ellis,
Ossler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Lydon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Skatalites,
The Fall,
The Divine Comedy,
Stereo Dub,
Steve Hackett,
Funky Four + One,
E-Dancer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Slave,
The Monks,
H. Thieme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sex Pistols,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gong,
The Toasters,
Youth Brigade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lindisfarne,
Brick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dead C,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pole,
The Index,
Dennis Brown,
Wally Richardson,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Urselle,
Brand Nubian,
The Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric B and Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Cal Tjader,
June of 44,
The Golliwogs,
The Evens,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.