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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Martian to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Five Americans,
Ludus,
Bobby Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gap Band,
Danielle Patucci,
The Star Department,
The Durutti Column,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lyres,
R.M.O.,
The Index,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moody Blues,
The Fall,
Mantronix,
cv313,
The Blackbyrds,
Nils Olav,
Hardrive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maleditus Sound,
The Busters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Brass Construction,
Stiv Bators,
Hot Snakes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cameo,
The Standells,
Pussy Galore,
Roxy Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Massinfluence,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hashim,
The Cowsills,
Ice-T,
The Smiths,
Boredoms,
Rod Modell,
Moss Icon,
Joey Negro,
Quantec,
Animal Collective,
Fluxion,
Wolf Eyes,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.