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 Angola and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 John Cale to the crunk 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cowsills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Con Funk Shun,
10cc,
Interpol,
Warren Ellis,
The Dead C,
Howard Jones,
K-Klass,
The Doors,
Mandrill,
June Days,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
OOIOO,
The Searchers,
Dawn Penn,
Mo-Dettes,
Pulsallama,
Sex Pistols,
Suburban Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Simply Red,
Reuben Wilson,
Carl Craig,
Charles Mingus,
Kaleidoscope,
F. McDonald,
KRS-One,
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
Pantaleimon,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacob Miller,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blake Baxter,
The Young Rascals,
Dave Gahan,
The Stooges,
Icehouse,
Lower 48,
Wolf Eyes,
Thee Headcoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Normal,
Thompson Twins,
Surgeon,
In Retrospect,
Outsiders,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra,
Ten City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Pagans,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.