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 Madagascar and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Joe Smooth 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Quando Quango,
Ultravox,
Sparks,
Surgeon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dual Sessions,
Guru Guru,
Soulsonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed,
The Moody Blues,
Mr. Review,
Los Fastidios,
Gastr Del Sol,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy Collins,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Wasted Youth,
Second Layer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television,
The New Christs,
The Beau Brummels,
Delon & Dalcan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Isaac Hayes,
Nas,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Evens,
Fear,
Barrington Levy,
Au Pairs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Yazoo,
Deakin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skriet,
The Cure,
T.S.O.L.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lakeside,
10cc,
Groovy Waters,
Peter and Kerry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pylon,
Brass Construction,
The Modern Lovers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suicide,
Heaven 17,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yellowson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.