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 Jordan and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Anakelly to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Christie,
PIL,
Scientists,
Brass Construction,
Godley & Creme,
Urselle,
U.S. Maple,
Juan Atkins,
Rites of Spring,
Malaria!,
The Star Department,
Nas,
The Knickerbockers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Half Japanese,
Reuben Wilson,
Negative Approach,
The Gap Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joy Division,
Pere Ubu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Parry Music,
Desert Stars,
Magma,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masters at Work,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unrelated Segments,
Prince Buster,
Index,
Joensuu 1685,
Quando Quango,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moleskins,
Yusef Lateef,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
Letta Mbulu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ludus,
The Busters,
Spandau Ballet,
L. Decosne,
Cluster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantytec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Foxx,
The Slackers,
Bad Manners,
Morten Harket,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.