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 Jordan and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kinks to the dance 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Mad Mike,
Eden Ahbez,
Trumans Water,
Chris Corsano,
The Skatalites,
The Golliwogs,
The Red Krayola,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Certain Ratio,
The American Breed,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
The Leaves,
Blossom Toes,
Roger Hodgson,
Junior Murvin,
Unrelated Segments,
Lindisfarne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minny Pops,
Ronnie Foster,
the Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Rakim,
Monolake,
the Association,
Tubeway Army,
Terry Callier,
Rites of Spring,
Flamin' Groovies,
Davy DMX,
Black Moon,
Anakelly,
Vladislav Delay,
Popol Vuh,
Max Romeo,
E-Dancer,
The Mummies,
Organ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Angels of Light,
Bob Dylan,
Cybotron,
Tears for Fears,
DNA,
Black Flag,
Aural Exciters,
the Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Sällskapet,
Drexciya,
Warren Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Almond,
The Count Five,
The Residents,
Avey Tare,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.