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 Rwanda and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gichy Dan to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Judy Mowatt,
In Retrospect,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ituana,
Iggy Pop,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Coltrane,
Inner City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radio Birdman,
Pere Ubu,
The American Breed,
The Count Five,
Janne Schatter,
Hot Snakes,
Boz Scaggs,
Jandek,
Audionom,
The Evens,
Kaleidoscope,
cv313,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Starr,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Halsall,
Faraquet,
John Lydon,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doors,
Bill Wells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Sherman,
Echospace,
Agent Orange,
The Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cymande,
Morten Harket,
Das Ding,
Althea and Donna,
Clear Light,
Sun City Girls,
The Real Kids,
Joey Negro,
Zapp,
Wings,
FM Einheit,
Dark Day,
Silicon Teens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Archie Shepp,
Moebius,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Machine,
John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MC5,
Nico,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.