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 Barbados and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the crunk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare,
Mars,
Moby Grape,
Skriet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flipper,
Radio Birdman,
Nirvana,
Iggy Pop,
Carl Craig,
Shuggie Otis,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Yellowson,
Dark Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Main Source,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Can,
Amazonics,
UT,
The Gladiators,
Brick,
Dave Gahan,
Warsaw,
Al Stewart,
MC5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
LL Cool J,
Dawn Penn,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric B and Rakim,
Intrusion,
Lalann,
Visage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Golliwogs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Wake,
Fela Kuti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Stiv Bators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Faraquet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Vogues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.