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 Ethiopia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Reed to the crunk 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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Lynne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Albert Ayler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rosa Yemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick Morgan,
The Count Five,
The Gladiators,
Isaac Hayes,
The Martian,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Halsall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zero Boys,
Bill Near,
Drive Like Jehu,
Animal Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Parry Music,
Reagan Youth,
the Sonics,
David Axelrod,
Laurel Aitken,
Wally Richardson,
Alison Limerick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Charles Mingus,
Ponytail,
Black Moon,
Hoover,
The Smoke,
Khruangbin,
The Moleskins,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Modern Lovers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pretty Things,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harmonia,
Yaz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pulsallama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalann,
Jacques Brel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quando Quango,
The Fall,
Joe Finger,
Depeche Mode,
Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Monolake,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.