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 Belize and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter and Kerry,
Godley & Creme,
Saccharine Trust,
The Misunderstood,
the Germs,
The Star Department,
The Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Rundgren,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wolf Eyes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lungfish,
Pantytec,
China Crisis,
Flash Fearless,
Motorama,
Sex Pistols,
Main Source,
Ronnie Foster,
Colin Newman,
Jacques Brel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Accadde A,
Michelle Simonal,
Wire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Almond,
the Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Unwound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Wells,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deakin,
The Gladiators,
Glenn Branca,
Roxy Music,
Sam Rivers,
Television Personalities,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lower 48,
Boz Scaggs,
Marcia Griffiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Sherman,
DNA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.