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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hasil Adkins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Popol Vuh,
Technova,
The Victims,
Outsiders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Zeros,
Joyce Sims,
Fugazi,
Sam Rivers,
Smog,
Joey Negro,
The Durutti Column,
H. Thieme,
X-Ray Spex,
MDC,
Visage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang of Four,
Alphaville,
MC5,
The United States of America,
The Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hashim,
The Gun Club,
Saccharine Trust,
Isaac Hayes,
Laurel Aitken,
Sällskapet,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun City Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Rotary Connection,
Arcadia,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lower 48,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mark Hollis,
Pagans,
Hoover,
Joy Division,
New York Dolls,
Letta Mbulu,
JFA,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Knickerbockers,
Wasted Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.