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 Senegal and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Standells to the punk 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
David Bowie,
Judy Mowatt,
Fatback Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Morten Harket,
The Grass Roots,
Letta Mbulu,
Trumans Water,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
The Motions,
CMW,
This Heat,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Starr,
Robert Wyatt,
Loose Ends,
June Days,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Young Marble Giants,
Whodini,
T. Rex,
Glenn Branca,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
The Doors,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aaron Thompson,
Pussy Galore,
ABC,
Juan Atkins,
Minor Threat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Associates,
Faraquet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Residents,
Surgeon,
Das Ding,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxette,
Bluetip,
Inner City,
Jacob Miller,
The Gories,
Easy Going,
Royal Trux,
The Leaves,
Depeche Mode,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warren Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
Reagan Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Angels of Light,
The Moody Blues,
The Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.