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 Cyprus and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Pagans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Isaac Hayes,
Erykah Badu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The United States of America,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moby Grape,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABBA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arthur Verocai,
KRS-One,
Subhumans,
Frankie Knuckles,
These Immortal Souls,
Negative Approach,
Ludus,
Groovy Waters,
Crooked Eye,
Lakeside,
Cecil Taylor,
Camberwell Now,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Index,
Interpol,
Eden Ahbez,
Morten Harket,
Sixth Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Reagan Youth,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Smooth,
Echospace,
The Move,
Blancmange,
Parry Music,
The Walker Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Osbourne,
R.M.O.,
the Swans,
Smog,
Monks,
Model 500,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.