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 Grenada and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 The Moody Blues to the grunge 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Scott Walker,
Khruangbin,
The Five Americans,
Technova,
Audionom,
Boredoms,
Accadde A,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Simply Red,
The Black Dice,
Dual Sessions,
Dead Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Vladislav Delay,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Hill,
Depeche Mode,
The Leaves,
Deepchord,
Sex Pistols,
Procol Harum,
The Divine Comedy,
Davy DMX,
Metal Thangz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Danielle Patucci,
Masters at Work,
Fear,
Amon Düül,
Oblivians,
The Saints,
The Kinks,
Spoonie Gee,
Silicon Teens,
Mo-Dettes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Oneida,
Amazonics,
Mantronix,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moss Icon,
Y Pants,
Morten Harket,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABBA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Birthday Party,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stetsasonic,
Schoolly D,
Connie Case,
The Wake,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.