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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shuggie Otis to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Outsiders,
Jimmy McGriff,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Kinks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magazine,
New Age Steppers,
Quando Quango,
the Slits,
Delta 5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Con Funk Shun,
The Raincoats,
Archie Shepp,
Fugazi,
The Fall,
John Foxx,
Model 500,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Section 25,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skarface,
Erasure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Hood,
Todd Terry,
Smog,
Scientists,
Maurizio,
Visage,
Nik Kershaw,
Joey Negro,
Lungfish,
Lindisfarne,
a-ha,
Von Mondo,
Henry Cow,
Mark Hollis,
John Lydon,
KRS-One,
Connie Case,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonic Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kas Product,
Rapeman,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Y Pants,
Wasted Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra,
Junior Murvin,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.