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 Norway 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rapeman to the funk 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Reagan Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Dolphy,
Lindisfarne,
Henry Cow,
The Remains,
La Düsseldorf,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
June Days,
The Smoke,
Young Marble Giants,
Sparks,
Radiohead,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fear,
Kurtis Blow,
Q65,
Crash Course in Science,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Mills,
UT,
Sandy B,
Nils Olav,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
The Names,
This Heat,
Flipper,
Todd Rundgren,
Banda Bassotti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Residents,
Von Mondo,
Lou Christie,
Tommy Roe,
Lakeside,
Robert Görl,
The Happenings,
The Human League,
Soft Machine,
AZ,
Man Eating Sloth,
Adolescents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Organ,
Unrelated Segments,
Ituana,
Nirvana,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tim Buckley,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.