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 Guyana and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 AZ to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultravox,
Visage,
Harry Pussy,
Parry Music,
K-Klass,
Lakeside,
Scientists,
Terry Callier,
Stetsasonic,
Gabor Szabo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
H. Thieme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hasil Adkins,
Colin Newman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dave Gahan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brothers Johnson,
MDC,
Organ,
AZ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gichy Dan,
Cecil Taylor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deadbeat,
Absolute Body Control,
The Black Dice,
Hardrive,
Adolescents,
Panda Bear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boz Scaggs,
Ten City,
Das Ding,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fela Kuti,
Ronnie Foster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Standells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fugazi,
Model 500,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Sneak,
Carl Craig,
Altered Images,
The Fugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Real Kids,
The Leaves,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Near,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.