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 Algeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Birthday Party,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lightning Bolt,
The Star Department,
Pierre Henry,
Joy Division,
One Last Wish,
The Fuzztones,
Bauhaus,
The Tremeloes,
Rod Modell,
Warsaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Ohio Players,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Velvet Underground,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Womack,
The Young Rascals,
Nas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kurtis Blow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Excepter,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter and Kerry,
Skaos,
Oblivians,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gladiators,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxette,
The Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pagans,
Mandrill,
Aswad,
Slave,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Normal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nils Olav,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lakeside,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Rundgren,
Blancmange,
Patti Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Mark Hollis,
Agitation Free,
Byron Stingily,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.