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 Korea South and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Roxy Music to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Bad Manners,
The Black Dice,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Don Cherry,
Desert Stars,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül,
Camberwell Now,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soulsonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Nico,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suicide,
The Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Royal Trux,
Malaria!,
The Blues Magoos,
These Immortal Souls,
Kayak,
One Last Wish,
Fluxion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
The Flesh Eaters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deakin,
The Real Kids,
The Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Saccharine Trust,
Hardrive,
Dead Boys,
Excepter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Inner City,
Harry Pussy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rufus Thomas,
Babytalk,
The J.B.'s,
Nas,
Pet Shop Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
cv313,
The Litter,
Funky Four + One,
Dennis Brown,
Goldenarms,
Ultravox,
DNA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lower 48,
Thompson Twins,
Con Funk Shun,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.