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 Nauru and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camouflage to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
T. Rex,
Lindisfarne,
Gichy Dan,
Erykah Badu,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Residents,
The Sonics,
Panda Bear,
The Fugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronnie Foster,
Wolf Eyes,
Swans,
David Axelrod,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Television,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The J.B.'s,
Sam Rivers,
Ossler,
Grey Daturas,
Marine Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Arthur Verocai,
Iggy Pop,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra,
Joey Negro,
The Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Scratch Acid,
The Moody Blues,
Minnie Riperton,
Camberwell Now,
The Red Krayola,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crime,
Maurizio,
PIL,
Aloha Tigers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Skatalites,
Ohio Players,
Wally Richardson,
Funkadelic,
Minny Pops,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Main Source,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.