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 Slovenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Fat Boys to the grunge 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Fluxion,
Mr. Review,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Terry,
The Toasters,
the Association,
Gang Starr,
Reuben Wilson,
Goldenarms,
Nik Kershaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABBA,
E-Dancer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lyres,
Blancmange,
Dave Gahan,
Sound Behaviour,
Scratch Acid,
Kaleidoscope,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül,
The Birthday Party,
Pantytec,
The Monochrome Set,
Faraquet,
Joe Finger,
F. McDonald,
Arab on Radar,
D'Angelo,
The Red Krayola,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camouflage,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
R.M.O.,
Funkadelic,
Glenn Branca,
Groovy Waters,
The Count Five,
K-Klass,
David Bowie,
The Remains,
Duran Duran,
Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Associates,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minny Pops,
Harmonia,
Hashim,
Lindisfarne,
The New Christs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q and Not U,
Scientists,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.