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 Malta and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Robert Hood to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Icehouse,
Reuben Wilson,
Ten City,
Scan 7,
Livin' Joy,
Minor Threat,
Oblivians,
Freddie Wadling,
Outsiders,
Ice-T,
Magma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q and Not U,
Danielle Patucci,
Flipper,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül II,
Au Pairs,
Albert Ayler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Görl,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mummies,
These Immortal Souls,
The Durutti Column,
Tubeway Army,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mars,
Faust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
JFA,
Dead Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Urselle,
Alice Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
R.M.O.,
Scrapy,
K-Klass,
Ken Boothe,
Groovy Waters,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed,
Radiohead,
Don Cherry,
The Trojans,
Lakeside,
The Real Kids,
Visage,
Marmalade,
Yusef Lateef,
Siglo XX,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.