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 Haiti and from London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Matthew Halsall,
Gichy Dan,
the Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arab on Radar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Davy DMX,
Monolake,
The Wake,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerri Chandler,
Dual Sessions,
Chris Corsano,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The American Breed,
Kurtis Blow,
Pere Ubu,
Shuggie Otis,
The Stooges,
Metal Thangz,
Mantronix,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MC5,
Scott Walker,
Malaria!,
The Buckinghams,
Rosa Yemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heaven 17,
ABC,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Saints,
The Fortunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Inner City,
Liliput,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radio Birdman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Massinfluence,
Brass Construction,
Livin' Joy,
In Retrospect,
Kayak,
The Slackers,
Dead Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Graham Central Station,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cowsills,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.