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 Guyana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalo Schifrin,
Subhumans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Panda Bear,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
Nico,
Duran Duran,
Rekid,
The Durutti Column,
The Happenings,
Marvin Gaye,
New Order,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Al Stewart,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed,
Hoover,
Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Names,
The Raincoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
CMW,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Terry,
Banda Bassotti,
The Techniques,
Aaron Thompson,
Girls At Our Best!,
L. Decosne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pulsallama,
DNA,
The Angels of Light,
Pussy Galore,
Deepchord,
Minnie Riperton,
E-Dancer,
Crime,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Mars,
Trumans Water,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra,
Glenn Branca,
Warren Ellis,
June Days,
Angry Samoans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Index,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.