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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Susan Cadogan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Television,
X-102,
Pantaleimon,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacques Brel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sex Pistols,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pagans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stereo Dub,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dirtbombs,
Al Stewart,
La Düsseldorf,
Fat Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Style,
Joensuu 1685,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warren Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Negative Approach,
The Beau Brummels,
Delon & Dalcan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funkadelic,
Sight & Sound,
Fear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Names,
Aural Exciters,
Skriet,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Eli Mardock,
Arthur Verocai,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swans,
Outsiders,
The Zeros,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minnie Riperton,
Clear Light,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camouflage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wally Richardson,
The Durutti Column,
Eve St. Jones,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.