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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Moby Grape to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Matthew Halsall,
Arab on Radar,
John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lakeside,
The Barracudas,
This Heat,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Pylon,
Sister Nancy,
Country Teasers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
H. Thieme,
Barbara Tucker,
Sugar Minott,
Animal Collective,
OOIOO,
Sonic Youth,
The Saints,
Kas Product,
The Searchers,
the Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers,
Outsiders,
Eden Ahbez,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column,
Mantronix,
Pussy Galore,
David Bowie,
Jacques Brel,
Liliput,
Cheater Slicks,
The Names,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rites of Spring,
Ornette Coleman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spandau Ballet,
Tres Demented,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bluetip,
Trumans Water,
Byron Stingily,
Brick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slackers,
Roger Hodgson,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.