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 Israel and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monochrome Set,
the Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Livin' Joy,
Saccharine Trust,
Dave Gahan,
Minny Pops,
D'Angelo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lungfish,
Con Funk Shun,
The Wake,
Maleditus Sound,
Scrapy,
Lakeside,
Todd Rundgren,
Scan 7,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Inner City,
Moby Grape,
Glenn Branca,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Subhumans,
Pylon,
The Associates,
Joe Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Drexciya,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quantec,
Circle Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Tres Demented,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pole,
Icehouse,
Brick,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Count Five,
The Star Department,
Nirvana,
Pussy Galore,
The Toasters,
Sister Nancy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.