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 Grenada and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Mars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Sherman,
Scratch Acid,
DNA,
Quadrant,
Second Layer,
Essential Logic,
The Red Krayola,
Joyce Sims,
Subhumans,
Basic Channel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deadbeat,
Ten City,
Delta 5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Steve Hackett,
Patti Smith,
Colin Newman,
Lindisfarne,
Deakin,
Donny Hathaway,
Boredoms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warsaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Das Ding,
The Fortunes,
Oblivians,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
AZ,
The Pretty Things,
Shoche,
the Bar-Kays,
The Vogues,
Circle Jerks,
X-102,
World's Most,
Drexciya,
The Evens,
Ludus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alice Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Sunsets and Hearts,
U.S. Maple,
Pharoah Sanders,
Y Pants,
Scan 7,
Cal Tjader,
Livin' Joy,
Supertramp,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.