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 Solomon Islands 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Connie Case to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Funkadelic,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
Essential Logic,
Los Fastidios,
Suicide,
the Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skarface,
Steve Hackett,
Subhumans,
Josef K,
AZ,
Robert Wyatt,
Moss Icon,
Massinfluence,
Mandrill,
Cameo,
Radio Birdman,
Section 25,
Grauzone,
Duran Duran,
Derrick May,
Davy DMX,
This Heat,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Loose Ends,
Spandau Ballet,
Royal Trux,
Ituana,
Morten Harket,
the Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Don Cherry,
Barrington Levy,
The Detroit Cobras,
CMW,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Janne Schatter,
the Slits,
John Holt,
Bluetip,
Yusef Lateef,
Tres Demented,
The Neon Judgement,
Rod Modell,
Max Romeo,
Nas,
Terry Callier,
Nirvana,
Zero Boys,
Eurythmics,
Hashim,
Tubeway Army,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arcadia,
Desert Stars,
Dave Gahan,
John Cale,
China Crisis,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.