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 Sierra Leone and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Sherman to the funk 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Human League,
Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faraquet,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang On A Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Techniques,
Yellowson,
Erasure,
Black Moon,
Cecil Taylor,
Aaron Thompson,
Tres Demented,
Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Youth Brigade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Remains,
Icehouse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Simply Red,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Lucky Dragons,
Massinfluence,
The Gap Band,
Mars,
Echospace,
The Evens,
Fatback Band,
Camouflage,
Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
Cameo,
Thompson Twins,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Certain Ratio,
Parry Music,
Jacob Miller,
Warsaw,
The Cramps,
The Zeros,
Dave Gahan,
Ponytail,
The Young Rascals,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Toni Rubio,
Janne Schatter,
The Count Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.