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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 One Last Wish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Roxette,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rosa Yemen,
Pere Ubu,
T. Rex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Dual Sessions,
Tommy Roe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
10cc,
Prince Buster,
The Fuzztones,
Dawn Penn,
Stereo Dub,
Lindisfarne,
Ponytail,
Jawbox,
The Names,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arthur Verocai,
Arcadia,
the Bar-Kays,
Agitation Free,
Audionom,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Can,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eden Ahbez,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tomorrow,
Television,
Barry Ungar,
Carl Craig,
The Evens,
Schoolly D,
Scratch Acid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shuggie Otis,
Section 25,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dead Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Roger Hodgson,
Pierre Henry,
New York Dolls,
The Skatalites,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Mills,
The Gories,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Sherman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.