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 Salvador.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Davy DMX to the techno 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül,
Sällskapet,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Das Ding,
Matthew Bourne,
Mark Hollis,
The Count Five,
Gabor Szabo,
The Remains,
Desert Stars,
Organ,
The New Christs,
Jacques Brel,
DNA,
X-Ray Spex,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Hoover,
Rod Modell,
Monks,
The Motions,
Magma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Metal Thangz,
Unrelated Segments,
Henry Cow,
Bauhaus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oneida,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiohead,
Fatback Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Carl Craig,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Black Dice,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sonics,
Scrapy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The American Breed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Talk Talk,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Goldenarms,
Rekid,
ABC,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül II,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.