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 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 kango's stein massive to the jazz 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Theoretical Girls,
Tim Buckley,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anakelly,
R.M.O.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arthur Verocai,
Rod Modell,
Bauhaus,
Donny Hathaway,
Technova,
Y Pants,
The Tremeloes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Evens,
Liliput,
Siglo XX,
Piero Umiliani,
Lakeside,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thee Headcoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heaven 17,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Niagra,
Maurizio,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythm & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harpers Bizarre,
World's Most,
The Cramps,
the Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Iggy Pop,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deepchord,
Rosa Yemen,
Blancmange,
Byron Stingily,
Altered Images,
Ronnie Foster,
Minny Pops,
Joyce Sims,
The Star Department,
Lou Christie,
Gong,
The Fortunes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donald Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Mills,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.