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 Saudi Arabia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bob Dylan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Soul II Soul,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy Collins,
Camberwell Now,
Quantec,
Joyce Sims,
The Barracudas,
The Slits,
The Names,
Henry Cow,
AZ,
Ultra Naté,
Motorama,
Boz Scaggs,
Hasil Adkins,
Swell Maps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suicide,
Dorothy Ashby,
Carl Craig,
Thee Headcoats,
Alton Ellis,
The Happenings,
10cc,
The Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Almond,
Adolescents,
Anthony Braxton,
This Heat,
Fugazi,
The Leaves,
Newcleus,
Clear Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Groovy Waters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sonics,
Goldenarms,
CMW,
F. McDonald,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Howard Jones,
The Count Five,
Harry Pussy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tom Boy,
Ronan,
Derrick Morgan,
Skaos,
Soft Machine,
The Vogues,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Halsall,
The Residents,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.