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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Saccharine Trust to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quadrant,
The Birthday Party,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Mills,
David Bowie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Green,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Adolescents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gong,
Angry Samoans,
Hardrive,
New Age Steppers,
Slick Rick,
The Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Rosa Yemen,
E-Dancer,
This Heat,
Peter and Kerry,
B.T. Express,
Girls At Our Best!,
Althea and Donna,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faust,
The Last Poets,
Fear,
Black Pus,
Scion,
Infiniti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funkadelic,
CMW,
The Litter,
Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Basic Channel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Music Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Nils Olav,
Skaos,
Idris Muhammad,
Mo-Dettes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fortunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Suicide,
Prince Buster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sound,
Wire,
Joey Negro,
Oneida,
Minny Pops,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.