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 East Timor and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skriet to the dance 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Litter,
This Heat,
Pagans,
The Last Poets,
Lou Christie,
Loose Ends,
Jandek,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slits,
Nils Olav,
Country Teasers,
Dorothy Ashby,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kayak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Index,
Suburban Knight,
Slick Rick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dead C,
48th St. Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
The Skatalites,
E-Dancer,
Terry Callier,
Ronan,
UT,
Bobby Womack,
Janne Schatter,
The Modern Lovers,
Dave Gahan,
Sun City Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Max Romeo,
Josef K,
Joey Negro,
Ronnie Foster,
Oblivians,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Animal Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Das Ding,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.