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 Zambia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Derrick May to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Names,
T. Rex,
The Birthday Party,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Rites of Spring,
Carl Craig,
The Gladiators,
Aloha Tigers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Green,
Trumans Water,
The Associates,
Michelle Simonal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacob Miller,
David Axelrod,
Stetsasonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dual Sessions,
Depeche Mode,
The Smoke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brick,
Maurizio,
Surgeon,
The Divine Comedy,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grauzone,
The Fuzztones,
Youth Brigade,
Faust,
Althea and Donna,
The Dead C,
Icehouse,
The Cowsills,
Cybotron,
The Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Lyres,
Oneida,
Howard Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
Circle Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Busters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arthur Verocai,
Dark Day,
Can,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.