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 Lesotho and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 David McCallum 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Laurel Aitken,
Marmalade,
Nirvana,
Saccharine Trust,
Eden Ahbez,
The Happenings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
a-ha,
Nico,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mummies,
The Pretty Things,
Unrelated Segments,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dave Clark Five,
R.M.O.,
LL Cool J,
Gabor Szabo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masters at Work,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
The Dirtbombs,
Technova,
The Golliwogs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fat Boys,
Mantronix,
One Last Wish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Dark Day,
Rakim,
DJ Style,
Derrick Morgan,
Aswad,
kango's stein massive,
Tres Demented,
Barclay James Harvest,
New York Dolls,
Monolake,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cure,
the Association,
Minutemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fluxion,
Delta 5,
Oneida,
Subhumans,
Patti Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Procol Harum,
FM Einheit,
Gong,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.