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 Burundi and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Desert Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bob Dylan,
Black Pus,
Radio Birdman,
The Cowsills,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Smooth,
The Gories,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Con Funk Shun,
Wings,
Grey Daturas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cheater Slicks,
Cameo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fire Engines,
Make Up,
The Slackers,
Masters at Work,
Shuggie Otis,
John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
AZ,
Robert Görl,
Arthur Verocai,
Maurizio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Christie,
Basic Channel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Offenders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vainqueur,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swans,
David Axelrod,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mandrill,
R.M.O.,
Alice Coltrane,
Gong,
Harmonia,
Anakelly,
Arcadia,
New York Dolls,
Motorama,
Sight & Sound,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.