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 Lesotho and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Brick to the funk 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Groovy Waters,
The Associates,
The Index,
Cameo,
Faust,
June Days,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Wells,
Albert Ayler,
Anthony Braxton,
Donald Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Archie Shepp,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra,
John Holt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
This Heat,
The Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Henry Cow,
Dennis Brown,
Tres Demented,
Adolescents,
Eric Dolphy,
Sixth Finger,
Can,
Ten City,
T. Rex,
Pantytec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pulsallama,
Massinfluence,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dave Gahan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neu!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minnie Riperton,
the Soft Cell,
New Order,
Ultra Naté,
James White and The Blacks,
Popol Vuh,
Kayak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Carl Craig,
Gong,
Cluster,
Skaos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Flash Fearless,
Swans,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.