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 East Timor and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Brick to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Susan Cadogan,
Gabor Szabo,
PIL,
The Blackbyrds,
Spandau Ballet,
Chrome,
X-101,
The Star Department,
Al Stewart,
Little Man,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül II,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalann,
The Fortunes,
Donald Byrd,
Intrusion,
The Leaves,
The Happenings,
Country Teasers,
Black Sheep,
UT,
John Holt,
Nils Olav,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Wolf Eyes,
This Heat,
Roger Hodgson,
Juan Atkins,
Radio Birdman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Laurel Aitken,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
New Order,
Siglo XX,
The Blues Magoos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Dolphy,
Interpol,
Sarah Menescal,
Yusef Lateef,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Max Romeo,
Fatback Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Qualms,
Absolute Body Control,
Underground Resistance,
Cheater Slicks,
Ohio Players,
Bad Manners,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.