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 East Timor and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Mark Hollis to the jazz 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Y Pants,
The Mummies,
The Residents,
Whodini,
Skriet,
Anakelly,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Nirvana,
Desert Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Infiniti,
Morten Harket,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul II Soul,
Kurtis Blow,
Maurizio,
Gichy Dan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Motions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Terry,
The Associates,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oneida,
Barry Ungar,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül II,
Aswad,
Mandrill,
Eurythmics,
Slick Rick,
AZ,
Moby Grape,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nik Kershaw,
Mars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Ludus,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dirtbombs,
Cal Tjader,
Mo-Dettes,
Rod Modell,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Womack,
Susan Cadogan,
Zapp,
Pere Ubu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.