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 Niger and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Public Image Ltd. 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Sugar Minott,
Ronan,
The Motions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scan 7,
the Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Interpol,
Erykah Badu,
Pierre Henry,
Minor Threat,
Quantec,
Minny Pops,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mo-Dettes,
Scientists,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Porter Ricks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stetsasonic,
Shoche,
The Cure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Christie,
Scrapy,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zero Boys,
John Lydon,
OOIOO,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hardrive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
EPMD,
Smog,
David Axelrod,
Joyce Sims,
The Barracudas,
Main Source,
DJ Sneak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siglo XX,
Lakeside,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Average White Band,
The Gladiators,
Intrusion,
Ice-T,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Bourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Parry Music,
E-Dancer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Funky Four + One,
ABC,
Barrington Levy,
Black Moon,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.