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 Sri Lanka and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Eve St. Jones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
June of 44,
Moby Grape,
Robert Görl,
Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Tom Boy,
Outsiders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lindisfarne,
The Associates,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul II Soul,
Archie Shepp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Womack,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Japan,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wolf Eyes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Count Five,
Harmonia,
World's Most,
Zapp,
The Move,
Fat Boys,
Schoolly D,
The Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joey Negro,
The Buckinghams,
Desert Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funkadelic,
Ronan,
Magma,
D'Angelo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Groovy Waters,
Slave,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Tommy Roe,
Eve St. Jones,
Accadde A,
Cheater Slicks,
Marine Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thompson Twins,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.