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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Index to the jazz 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faraquet,
Trumans Water,
Pussy Galore,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scientists,
Model 500,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smiths,
Steve Hackett,
Main Source,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brick,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare,
Roxy Music,
The Offenders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jawbox,
Section 25,
Alton Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Schoolly D,
The Young Rascals,
Swell Maps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monolake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alphaville,
John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed,
Sarah Menescal,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rosa Yemen,
Los Fastidios,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
Lyres,
Symarip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang On A Can,
Jacob Miller,
Deakin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers,
Audionom,
The New Christs,
The Dead C,
Skarface,
Cluster,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.