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 Korea South and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Delon & Dalcan to the funk 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler,
The Leaves,
Marine Girls,
Visage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Schoolly D,
K-Klass,
the Association,
Rod Modell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boredoms,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Womack,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crime,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alton Ellis,
Dark Day,
New Age Steppers,
Gong,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mr. Review,
T. Rex,
The Star Department,
The Tremeloes,
Whodini,
Archie Shepp,
Kayak,
Anakelly,
the Normal,
Freddie Wadling,
Joy Division,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül,
The Fugs,
Radiohead,
Barry Ungar,
Con Funk Shun,
The Zeros,
Wings,
Rotary Connection,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Audionom,
The Cure,
Supertramp,
Average White Band,
Half Japanese,
The Remains,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Inner City,
Infiniti,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Motions,
Minor Threat,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.