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 Egypt and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Roxy Music to the jazz 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes 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?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Average White Band,
F. McDonald,
Joey Negro,
Parry Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Black Dice,
Max Romeo,
Kaleidoscope,
Excepter,
The Wake,
Moebius,
Mantronix,
Sam Rivers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Near,
Brass Construction,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantytec,
Bang On A Can,
the Association,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roger Hodgson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Babytalk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Japan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Banda Bassotti,
Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun City Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Carl Craig,
Judy Mowatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Frankie Knuckles,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warsaw,
New Age Steppers,
Arab on Radar,
The Moleskins,
Deadbeat,
Smog,
The Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
The Move,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blackbyrds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.