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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Seeds to the grime 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Residents,
Crime,
Eric Dolphy,
Masters at Work,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barry Ungar,
Swell Maps,
The Fuzztones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Average White Band,
Sparks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Colin Newman,
Agitation Free,
L. Decosne,
Terry Callier,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
June of 44,
Kurtis Blow,
Wire,
U.S. Maple,
Minutemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Urselle,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers,
Television,
Lalann,
FM Einheit,
The Busters,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Golliwogs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythm & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül II,
Can,
Erasure,
The Index,
Amazonics,
Adolescents,
Joyce Sims,
Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Byrd,
Harmonia,
Eden Ahbez,
Moby Grape,
The Cramps,
Crispian St. Peters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.