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 Peru and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Marmalade to the grime 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians 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?
Mr. Review,
B.T. Express,
The Vogues,
Minny Pops,
Howard Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Age Steppers,
Sound Behaviour,
Groovy Waters,
PIL,
Fat Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Five Americans,
the Bar-Kays,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang On A Can,
The Mojo Men,
Hashim,
Funkadelic,
Funky Four + One,
Deadbeat,
The Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Eric Dolphy,
The Birthday Party,
Lyres,
Amon Düül II,
Sex Pistols,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Motions,
the Sonics,
Adolescents,
E-Dancer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Rod Modell,
Mission of Burma,
The Standells,
the Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Godley & Creme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronnie Foster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ituana,
Moby Grape,
Donald Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kevin Saunderson,
New York Dolls,
Nils Olav,
Soulsonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.