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 Macedonia and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Toasters,
The Trojans,
The Misunderstood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Eden Ahbez,
Vladislav Delay,
Susan Cadogan,
X-101,
Marcia Griffiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Standells,
Sister Nancy,
Roxette,
the Association,
Oneida,
Eurythmics,
The Happenings,
Stereo Dub,
Maurizio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DNA,
The Smiths,
Jacques Brel,
Josef K,
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Charles Mingus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Slits,
Supertramp,
The Pop Group,
Marmalade,
Black Bananas,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick May,
Ponytail,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Archie Shepp,
John Holt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stetsasonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Toni Rubio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Half Japanese,
Darondo,
Visage,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.