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 Namibia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Wyatt to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Move,
Davy DMX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
David McCallum,
Gang Green,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soulsonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Bourne,
Rekid,
Sixth Finger,
The Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brass Construction,
Scientists,
Animal Collective,
The New Christs,
Crispy Ambulance,
R.M.O.,
The Velvet Underground,
Sexual Harrassment,
AZ,
Mars,
Quadrant,
Minnie Riperton,
F. McDonald,
Marc Almond,
Tom Boy,
DJ Style,
Heaven 17,
Panda Bear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chrome,
The Smiths,
Magazine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fall,
Yaz,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Certain Ratio,
Ornette Coleman,
Lungfish,
Rod Modell,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nirvana,
The Knickerbockers,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantytec,
Urselle,
Reuben Wilson,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.