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 Latvia and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Rotary Connection to the rap 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Metal Thangz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Goldenarms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moby Grape,
New Age Steppers,
OOIOO,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Fraelich,
Japan,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stereo Dub,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Porter Ricks,
Pantaleimon,
Fela Kuti,
Interpol,
Soulsonic Force,
Faraquet,
the Normal,
Vainqueur,
Sonny Sharrock,
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wasted Youth,
Moebius,
The Evens,
a-ha,
Bobby Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Swans,
Y Pants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Knickerbockers,
The Saints,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker,
Josef K,
Kenny Larkin,
The Busters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantytec,
Kas Product,
Sam Rivers,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Christie,
Loose Ends,
Liliput,
Cecil Taylor,
Silicon Teens,
Pere Ubu,
Nils Olav,
Byron Stingily,
Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultravox,
Andrew Hill,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.