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 China and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 The Walker Brothers to the crunk 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
T. Rex,
Joy Division,
The Gun Club,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Christie,
Charles Mingus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mummies,
John Lydon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Barracudas,
Country Teasers,
Scrapy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Babytalk,
Neu!,
Q and Not U,
Graham Central Station,
James White and The Blacks,
The Martian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABBA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Icehouse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Guru Guru,
Joey Negro,
The Buckinghams,
Howard Jones,
Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Blancmange,
Slick Rick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare,
Little Man,
Cal Tjader,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Animal Collective,
Au Pairs,
KRS-One,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Wells,
Faust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Saints,
Cameo,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lucky Dragons,
Quando Quango,
Nirvana,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.