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 Brunei and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stooges to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Rotary Connection,
Unrelated Segments,
Cameo,
Delta 5,
The Modern Lovers,
Porter Ricks,
The Busters,
Ohio Players,
The Moody Blues,
Marmalade,
Donald Byrd,
Fear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neu!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun City Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra,
FM Einheit,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Swans,
Little Man,
Gichy Dan,
Lungfish,
Eric Dolphy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dirtbombs,
Slick Rick,
Joey Negro,
X-102,
Sam Rivers,
Scan 7,
Black Pus,
Max Romeo,
Masters at Work,
Joyce Sims,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smoke,
The Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magma,
Bill Near,
The Velvet Underground,
Thompson Twins,
Albert Ayler,
Bang On A Can,
The Happenings,
Au Pairs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Görl,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
L. Decosne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.