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 Kyrgyzstan and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amon Düül to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Darondo,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Cameo,
The Slackers,
Ken Boothe,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks,
Sight & Sound,
John Foxx,
Tears for Fears,
Nas,
Don Cherry,
Japan,
June of 44,
Schoolly D,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lyres,
Archie Shepp,
The Modern Lovers,
Marmalade,
Thompson Twins,
Erykah Badu,
Talk Talk,
Index,
Parry Music,
Subhumans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q and Not U,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Starr,
Model 500,
Colin Newman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bob Dylan,
Ice-T,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Circle Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
The Associates,
Hardrive,
Aloha Tigers,
10cc,
Kayak,
PIL,
Dual Sessions,
Pierre Henry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jawbox,
Crooked Eye,
Pussy Galore,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ludus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Au Pairs,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.