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 Finland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Fortunes to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Inner City,
Desert Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Rapeman,
Babytalk,
A Certain Ratio,
Smog,
Lyres,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delta 5,
Suicide,
Funkadelic,
Rites of Spring,
Blake Baxter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Davy DMX,
Faust,
Joe Smooth,
The Gap Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Pole,
Drive Like Jehu,
F. McDonald,
The Standells,
Radiohead,
The Cramps,
CMW,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mandrill,
Quantec,
Average White Band,
Steve Hackett,
The Wake,
Little Man,
Neu!,
Urselle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chrome,
Dual Sessions,
Supertramp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cheater Slicks,
The Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brass Construction,
The Names,
Unwound,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Starr,
K-Klass,
Max Romeo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Star Department,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.