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 Botswana and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 The Modern Lovers to the techno 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Dawn Penn,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Technova,
Ken Boothe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Parry Music,
Charles Mingus,
Malaria!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Scrapy,
Country Teasers,
Lalann,
AZ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slave,
Jacques Brel,
David Axelrod,
Ultra Naté,
Alice Coltrane,
K-Klass,
The Doors,
The Gladiators,
Dual Sessions,
The Move,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q65,
Clear Light,
Bauhaus,
E-Dancer,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mission of Burma,
Rapeman,
Guru Guru,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donny Hathaway,
Chrome,
Jawbox,
Main Source,
Maurizio,
Cameo,
Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Danielle Patucci,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.