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 Croatia and from Tokyo.
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 Manila and New York.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Blossom Toes to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Tubeway Army,
The Seeds,
Icehouse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fatback Band,
Stereo Dub,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Dark Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
The Move,
The Names,
Loose Ends,
Smog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harry Pussy,
The Motions,
Blancmange,
Ronan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ken Boothe,
Whodini,
The Trojans,
Joyce Sims,
The Index,
Masters at Work,
The Divine Comedy,
Danielle Patucci,
Nils Olav,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Slits,
Rekid,
Camberwell Now,
Parry Music,
OOIOO,
These Immortal Souls,
B.T. Express,
Sex Pistols,
Flipper,
Delta 5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
KRS-One,
Peter and Kerry,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ohio Players,
EPMD,
Jeff Lynne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Max Romeo,
The Fall,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.