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 San Marino and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crooked Eye to the grunge 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Davy DMX,
Vainqueur,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Starr,
Sixth Finger,
Faraquet,
Supertramp,
The Pretty Things,
The Cowsills,
Guru Guru,
The Fugs,
Rotary Connection,
Neu!,
Goldenarms,
Magazine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
Moebius,
Bill Near,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Germs,
Arcadia,
Bill Wells,
Gichy Dan,
Technova,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sparks,
Laurel Aitken,
Bob Dylan,
Fat Boys,
Tres Demented,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monochrome Set,
Angry Samoans,
Sun City Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultravox,
JFA,
Ultra Naté,
Marine Girls,
The Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Howard Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Axelrod,
Minnie Riperton,
Magma,
Bang On A Can,
Juan Atkins,
Deepchord,
OOIOO,
The Busters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.