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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Happenings to the funk 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul II Soul,
The Fuzztones,
PIL,
Kayak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skaos,
Steve Hackett,
The Count Five,
Bill Near,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anakelly,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Wally Richardson,
Section 25,
Basic Channel,
The Walker Brothers,
Fear,
Buzzcocks,
Sixth Finger,
Supertramp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang of Four,
Lakeside,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra,
Hot Snakes,
The Skatalites,
DJ Style,
Jerry's Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dennis Brown,
Bluetip,
Tres Demented,
The United States of America,
The Real Kids,
Country Teasers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Severed Heads,
Swans,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers,
Organ,
Robert Görl,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerri Chandler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Vogues,
Nas,
Robert Hood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Enemy,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.