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 Bulgaria and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Johnny Osbourne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Schoolly D,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantytec,
Oblivians,
EPMD,
Mark Hollis,
Crash Course in Science,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sex Pistols,
These Immortal Souls,
John Foxx,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker,
Dead Boys,
Dark Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Birthday Party,
Ten City,
Desert Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Grauzone,
Deakin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalann,
Flipper,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Panda Bear,
The Five Americans,
Rapeman,
Connie Case,
Cecil Taylor,
Index,
Sugar Minott,
Judy Mowatt,
Arab on Radar,
Ornette Coleman,
Quadrant,
Nick Fraelich,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Scientists,
K-Klass,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Wake,
Sun Ra,
The Residents,
The American Breed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül,
The Gladiators,
Moss Icon,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.