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 Poland and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Massinfluence to the rock 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terry Callier,
Eric Copeland,
The Moleskins,
Black Bananas,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang On A Can,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heaven 17,
Spandau Ballet,
The Names,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cramps,
Bobby Sherman,
Magma,
The Skatalites,
Letta Mbulu,
F. McDonald,
Mary Jane Girls,
Second Layer,
John Foxx,
ABC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
China Crisis,
The Busters,
Funkadelic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Parrish,
Flipper,
Pantytec,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül II,
Black Moon,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronnie Foster,
Stereo Dub,
EPMD,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
In Retrospect,
The Toasters,
Oblivians,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare,
Scientists,
Rapeman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June of 44,
Rosa Yemen,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.