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 Sudan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
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 synthesizer 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 Terry Callier to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Busters,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Malaria!,
The Zeros,
Flipper,
Aural Exciters,
UT,
The Motions,
E-Dancer,
Scratch Acid,
Thee Headcoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Residents,
The Evens,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Modern Lovers,
Tubeway Army,
Mr. Review,
China Crisis,
The Gladiators,
Masters at Work,
The Gories,
Maurizio,
Marine Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Groovy Waters,
Motorama,
The Monks,
Animal Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Livin' Joy,
The Skatalites,
MDC,
Ituana,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Style,
Roger Hodgson,
Intrusion,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slits,
Country Teasers,
Ultravox,
Suicide,
Liliput,
The Vogues,
Black Flag,
The Move,
Black Moon,
Althea and Donna,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Martian,
Yellowson,
Cameo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.