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 East Timor and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Godley & Creme to the funk 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultravox,
The Angels of Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funky Four + One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cal Tjader,
Connie Case,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camouflage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June of 44,
Derrick May,
Young Marble Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rufus Thomas,
Charles Mingus,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young,
This Heat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
Goldenarms,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sound,
Fatback Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Flipper,
Harpers Bizarre,
Juan Atkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Urselle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantytec,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pagans,
Das Ding,
Procol Harum,
Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Index,
The Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Bananas,
Erasure,
OOIOO,
Black Sheep,
The Litter,
The Remains,
Heaven 17,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lucky Dragons,
Byron Stingily,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.