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 St Lucia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 B.T. Express to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bob Dylan,
DNA,
Desert Stars,
Au Pairs,
Pagans,
One Last Wish,
Unrelated Segments,
Mr. Review,
Vainqueur,
Mandrill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sight & Sound,
Suicide,
Hashim,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Outsiders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flipper,
X-101,
The Fire Engines,
Rekid,
The Durutti Column,
The Skatalites,
Audionom,
Minor Threat,
Unwound,
Accadde A,
Joe Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alice Coltrane,
Cluster,
Yellowson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronan,
The Offenders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott Heron,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
The Fugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Metal Thangz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cheater Slicks,
Warren Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sixth Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra,
Ken Boothe,
The Kinks,
Duran Duran,
Curtis Mayfield,
Guru Guru,
The Moleskins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.