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 Bolivia and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Alice Coltrane,
Sparks,
The Beau Brummels,
Freddie Wadling,
Janne Schatter,
Oblivians,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Saints,
Yaz,
Nils Olav,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Eating Sloth,
Khruangbin,
Donald Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Copeland,
Kaleidoscope,
Piero Umiliani,
The Martian,
Absolute Body Control,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vladislav Delay,
Pere Ubu,
Drexciya,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bad Manners,
Procol Harum,
Groovy Waters,
Niagra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Susan Cadogan,
Dawn Penn,
R.M.O.,
Dark Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
The Moleskins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maleditus Sound,
Suicide,
Boz Scaggs,
Rod Modell,
E-Dancer,
Eddi Front,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Colin Newman,
Oneida,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scan 7,
Monolake,
Don Cherry,
John Cale,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.