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 Uzbekistan and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeff Mills to the grime 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Magazine,
The Raincoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tears for Fears,
A Certain Ratio,
B.T. Express,
John Holt,
Ronan,
The Smoke,
Black Bananas,
Bronski Beat,
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Hood,
Siglo XX,
Tim Buckley,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cal Tjader,
Fluxion,
Das Ding,
Suburban Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Los Fastidios,
Eddi Front,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masters at Work,
Barclay James Harvest,
Surgeon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skriet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boz Scaggs,
Shuggie Otis,
Vainqueur,
Dual Sessions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thompson Twins,
The Neon Judgement,
Traffic Nightmare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
Technova,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The J.B.'s,
Bob Dylan,
Deakin,
The Saints,
Bad Manners,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sound,
Average White Band,
The Leaves,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.