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 Indonesia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Intrusion to the crunk 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Halsall,
Sällskapet,
Reuben Wilson,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cluster,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultra Naté,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sexual Harrassment,
D'Angelo,
Hasil Adkins,
Fad Gadget,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hardrive,
Y Pants,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oblivians,
The Raincoats,
Subhumans,
Altered Images,
June of 44,
OOIOO,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jawbox,
Gong,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Swans,
Amon Düül,
Gang Starr,
The Five Americans,
The Fall,
Mantronix,
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
Ludus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
These Immortal Souls,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young,
Rotary Connection,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sonics,
Average White Band,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.