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 Malaysia and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Procol Harum,
Dual Sessions,
Altered Images,
Black Sheep,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cymande,
the Association,
Letta Mbulu,
Moss Icon,
Little Man,
Pantytec,
Nico,
Sixth Finger,
Deadbeat,
The Modern Lovers,
Alphaville,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacob Miller,
The Velvet Underground,
The Names,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
F. McDonald,
Eric Copeland,
Idris Muhammad,
Joey Negro,
Gang Gang Dance,
Index,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABC,
DJ Style,
Wings,
Leonard Cohen,
Los Fastidios,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Hill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Parry Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eden Ahbez,
The Knickerbockers,
Symarip,
Clear Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Busters,
Gang of Four,
Deakin,
Skarface,
Mantronix,
Davy DMX,
The Litter,
Chris Corsano,
Scion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unrelated Segments,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.