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 Costa Rica and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick May,
Harpers Bizarre,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joyce Sims,
Underground Resistance,
The Remains,
Gang Green,
The Leaves,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suburban Knight,
The Pop Group,
Fela Kuti,
The Misunderstood,
X-Ray Spex,
Sister Nancy,
T. Rex,
Chrome,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moody Blues,
T.S.O.L.,
Connie Case,
DNA,
Aural Exciters,
Bob Dylan,
Royal Trux,
Hashim,
Severed Heads,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxette,
Ultra Naté,
Brothers Johnson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anthony Braxton,
Supertramp,
The Blues Magoos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Copeland,
The Invisible,
Shuggie Otis,
Funkadelic,
Lalann,
Mandrill,
Tears for Fears,
Gregory Isaacs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
F. McDonald,
Delon & Dalcan,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slackers,
The Count Five,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.