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 Kiribati and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the techno 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Henry Cow,
Stetsasonic,
Thompson Twins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Cal Tjader,
Q and Not U,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Accadde A,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Idris Muhammad,
Jandek,
Janne Schatter,
Animal Collective,
Symarip,
Kerri Chandler,
Spoonie Gee,
Schoolly D,
Iggy Pop,
Don Cherry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Count Five,
Duran Duran,
Malaria!,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy,
Wally Richardson,
The Velvet Underground,
La Düsseldorf,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish,
Joyce Sims,
The Selecter,
Supertramp,
The Saints,
Kurtis Blow,
The Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Mantronix,
Faraquet,
Sällskapet,
Davy DMX,
ABBA,
Pere Ubu,
Deadbeat,
The Busters,
Toni Rubio,
The Monks,
Godley & Creme,
The Barracudas,
Brass Construction,
the Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
L. Decosne,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.