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 Kenya and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Doobie Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Easy Going,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Prince Buster,
Visage,
Icehouse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABBA,
B.T. Express,
New York Dolls,
FM Einheit,
Harry Pussy,
Crash Course in Science,
Patti Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Hood,
The Walker Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Mars,
Neil Young,
kango's stein massive,
Section 25,
Saccharine Trust,
Franke,
Shuggie Otis,
Flipper,
Bang On A Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zero Boys,
Intrusion,
LL Cool J,
The Kinks,
Supertramp,
The Smiths,
Charles Mingus,
The Last Poets,
Can,
E-Dancer,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
Yazoo,
Fluxion,
Whodini,
KRS-One,
Das Ding,
Delta 5,
Gichy Dan,
Animal Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.