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 Bolivia and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Infiniti to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Bobby Byrd,
Das Ding,
Henry Cow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cecil Taylor,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Count Five,
Minnie Riperton,
EPMD,
Animal Collective,
The Pop Group,
Freddie Wadling,
Rotary Connection,
Flipper,
Grauzone,
Funky Four + One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Order,
D'Angelo,
Gichy Dan,
The Divine Comedy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minny Pops,
John Holt,
Crooked Eye,
La Düsseldorf,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moebius,
Sällskapet,
The Moleskins,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang of Four,
X-Ray Spex,
Cheater Slicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
The Motions,
Skaos,
The Mojo Men,
The Blackbyrds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
The Associates,
Lower 48,
kango's stein massive,
Cluster,
Motorama,
Talk Talk,
Schoolly D,
Wings,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.