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 Tanzania and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Boz Scaggs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Victims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dave Gahan,
Negative Approach,
Camouflage,
Intrusion,
Skriet,
Lakeside,
The Associates,
Shuggie Otis,
Scion,
David McCallum,
CMW,
China Crisis,
Bobby Sherman,
The Barracudas,
Black Bananas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
F. McDonald,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moleskins,
The Music Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cybotron,
Quando Quango,
DNA,
Joey Negro,
Mark Hollis,
Bad Manners,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fear,
Saccharine Trust,
John Lydon,
DJ Style,
Y Pants,
The Star Department,
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brass Construction,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Near,
Toni Rubio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aaron Thompson,
Anakelly,
Jeff Mills,
The United States of America,
Wings,
Neu!,
the Bar-Kays,
Basic Channel,
A Certain Ratio,
John Coltrane,
Slave,
Roxette,
Television,
The Stooges,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.