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 Spain and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Associates,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dorothy Ashby,
Talk Talk,
Jandek,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Steve Hackett,
The Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Con Funk Shun,
Can,
Magma,
the Association,
The Smiths,
Infiniti,
L. Decosne,
Kayak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Patti Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Bowie,
Unwound,
Little Man,
Amazonics,
Y Pants,
Janne Schatter,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Almond,
Swell Maps,
Byron Stingily,
Slick Rick,
The Mummies,
The Names,
Lindisfarne,
Warren Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tropical Tobacco,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ken Boothe,
Donald Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Livin' Joy,
Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Toni Rubio,
The Cure,
John Lydon,
Brass Construction,
The Gladiators,
Fat Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.