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 Cameroon 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yellowson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Walker Brothers,
Infiniti,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxette,
Rosa Yemen,
Alison Limerick,
Unrelated Segments,
Stereo Dub,
Sun City Girls,
Royal Trux,
Sonic Youth,
Marine Girls,
Q and Not U,
Swans,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Sherman,
Judy Mowatt,
Rotary Connection,
Ponytail,
Harry Pussy,
Thee Headcoats,
Byron Stingily,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Malaria!,
the Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Lightning Bolt,
Hoover,
H. Thieme,
Gong,
X-101,
Kurtis Blow,
Dave Gahan,
Surgeon,
Rites of Spring,
Bauhaus,
New York Dolls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maleditus Sound,
Minny Pops,
Crispian St. Peters,
Josef K,
Avey Tare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ohio Players,
Arthur Verocai,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Happenings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glenn Branca,
James White and The Blacks,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.