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 Laos and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Basic Channel to the disco 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '70s.
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 Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Sight & Sound,
Outsiders,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funkadelic,
Groovy Waters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Move,
Surgeon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Darondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
One Last Wish,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Görl,
Stetsasonic,
Organ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monolake,
Marmalade,
David Bowie,
Ronan,
The Skatalites,
Charles Mingus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lakeside,
Magma,
Brick,
The Pretty Things,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Order,
Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sound Behaviour,
R.M.O.,
Gong,
The Invisible,
The Smiths,
Aural Exciters,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pagans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
Rites of Spring,
Sandy B,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Bourne,
The Red Krayola,
The Dead C,
Oneida,
Severed Heads,
Deakin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.