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 Liberia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 The Detroit Cobras to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Finger,
Popol Vuh,
The Associates,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mad Mike,
Sällskapet,
John Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
The Count Five,
Camberwell Now,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fall,
Nas,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marine Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Underground Resistance,
Infiniti,
Whodini,
Can,
AZ,
The Saints,
Cameo,
JFA,
Ohio Players,
Quadrant,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cybotron,
Scratch Acid,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monochrome Set,
Sam Rivers,
Connie Case,
R.M.O.,
The Zeros,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deakin,
The Birthday Party,
Dave Gahan,
Spandau Ballet,
Fat Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hashim,
Metal Thangz,
The Five Americans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Animal Collective,
China Crisis,
Bad Manners,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Pus,
Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Clear Light,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.