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 United Kingdom and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Gichy Dan to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Barry Ungar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Parrish,
Black Pus,
Young Marble Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Suburban Knight,
The Skatalites,
Pussy Galore,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Freddie Wadling,
Sällskapet,
Hardrive,
Tubeway Army,
Wasted Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultra Naté,
Duran Duran,
Funkadelic,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fire Engines,
The Slits,
H. Thieme,
Glenn Branca,
Drexciya,
Deepchord,
Eden Ahbez,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
This Heat,
Cheater Slicks,
Crash Course in Science,
Kaleidoscope,
X-101,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Surgeon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Bourne,
Roger Hodgson,
The Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sixth Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Trumans Water,
Kool Moe Dee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed,
Soulsonic Force,
Dead Boys,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Halsall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fortunes,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.