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 Tuvalu and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Lou Christie,
Ludus,
the Association,
K-Klass,
Second Layer,
Television,
Bootsy Collins,
June Days,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alphaville,
Mars,
Warsaw,
Agent Orange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Enemy,
Unwound,
Pagans,
Hot Snakes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swans,
Tim Buckley,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Happenings,
Outsiders,
Marmalade,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magma,
Lalann,
Delta 5,
Aloha Tigers,
The Trojans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Hood,
Babytalk,
The Red Krayola,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grey Daturas,
Banda Bassotti,
Slave,
Erykah Badu,
The Fugs,
Fugazi,
Scientists,
The Zeros,
Royal Trux,
Cal Tjader,
The Knickerbockers,
Urselle,
Brick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.