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 Vietnam and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Victims to the rock 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brothers Johnson,
10cc,
Bang On A Can,
Wally Richardson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Q65,
Avey Tare,
The Invisible,
Moebius,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fall,
Hoover,
Lou Reed,
Kurtis Blow,
Josef K,
The Martian,
Althea and Donna,
The Stooges,
The Cure,
Wings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultra Naté,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Almond,
The Litter,
David Bowie,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Near,
Eden Ahbez,
Quantec,
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
Gichy Dan,
F. McDonald,
Depeche Mode,
Funky Four + One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Loose Ends,
Eli Mardock,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Wake,
Piero Umiliani,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiohead,
Ludus,
The Gladiators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Finger,
Brick,
DNA,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.