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 Beijing.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Bluetip to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brass Construction,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
B.T. Express,
The Wake,
The Vogues,
The Raincoats,
Vladislav Delay,
The Red Krayola,
The Mummies,
New Age Steppers,
Massinfluence,
The Neon Judgement,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deepchord,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sam Rivers,
Youth Brigade,
The J.B.'s,
Dennis Brown,
Niagra,
Boredoms,
James White and The Blacks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joyce Sims,
Juan Atkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ice-T,
Organ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Skatalites,
Pharoah Sanders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thompson Twins,
Al Stewart,
Alison Limerick,
The Fugs,
Altered Images,
Television,
Funky Four + One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy Collins,
Funkadelic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Loose Ends,
Eurythmics,
This Heat,
The Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joy Division,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.