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 Samoa and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Wolf Eyes to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gun Club,
Guru Guru,
The Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra,
Peter and Kerry,
Shoche,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Section 25,
The Walker Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deakin,
Vladislav Delay,
The Velvet Underground,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Misunderstood,
Thompson Twins,
10cc,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker,
Cameo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Charles Mingus,
Byron Stingily,
Barbara Tucker,
Slave,
Tomorrow,
The Remains,
the Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gladiators,
Danielle Patucci,
Simply Red,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
Gabor Szabo,
Vainqueur,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Bourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Leonard Cohen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kayak,
Skarface,
Absolute Body Control,
Interpol,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.