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 Belgium and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Judy Mowatt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Zeros,
New Order,
Anakelly,
cv313,
The Birthday Party,
The Beau Brummels,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker,
the Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minnie Riperton,
David Axelrod,
The Pop Group,
Rotary Connection,
The Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mark Hollis,
Arcadia,
Schoolly D,
Junior Murvin,
Average White Band,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed,
Angry Samoans,
Nico,
Lyres,
Scratch Acid,
Ohio Players,
Yusef Lateef,
Marvin Gaye,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Brick,
FM Einheit,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxette,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dark Day,
Depeche Mode,
U.S. Maple,
The Grass Roots,
Maurizio,
Public Enemy,
Kenny Larkin,
Mandrill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ludus,
Thee Headcoats,
Hot Snakes,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Lynne,
Make Up,
Morten Harket,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ten City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.