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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Yellowson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mummies,
Pulsallama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Section 25,
The Techniques,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Circle Jerks,
Quadrant,
48th St. Collective,
Groovy Waters,
The Pretty Things,
Ultravox,
Michelle Simonal,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lakeside,
Leonard Cohen,
Urselle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Supertramp,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter & Gordon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantaleimon,
Erasure,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donny Hathaway,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Görl,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Das Ding,
Black Flag,
The Monks,
Yellowson,
Matthew Halsall,
Skarface,
Scion,
Alison Limerick,
Crash Course in Science,
Cheater Slicks,
Yaz,
Joey Negro,
Arcadia,
Buzzcocks,
Idris Muhammad,
MDC,
Cal Tjader,
Royal Trux,
The Cramps,
Nas,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.