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 Tunisia and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Maurizio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Surgeon,
Eve St. Jones,
Kas Product,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zero Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronnie Foster,
Sister Nancy,
June Days,
Skarface,
Kerri Chandler,
Royal Trux,
The Divine Comedy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Mills,
Shoche,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Techniques,
Scan 7,
The Velvet Underground,
The Move,
Bobby Sherman,
Au Pairs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tubeway Army,
Lebanon Hanover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mojo Men,
Unwound,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Black Dice,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gories,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Outsiders,
Janne Schatter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eden Ahbez,
Barbara Tucker,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Invisible,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most,
Goldenarms,
L. Decosne,
Erykah Badu,
the Germs,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.