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 Bangladesh and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Colin Newman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Piero Umiliani,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Residents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Clear Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
New York Dolls,
Ponytail,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
Guru Guru,
Ludus,
Suburban Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Mantronix,
The Names,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Altered Images,
Joe Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nirvana,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
Ohio Players,
New Order,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Animal Collective,
Nils Olav,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kaleidoscope,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television,
Alton Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Slick Rick,
Bill Wells,
Pussy Galore,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magma,
These Immortal Souls,
The Neon Judgement,
Connie Case,
FM Einheit,
The Moleskins,
Pantytec,
Shoche,
Marvin Gaye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bob Dylan,
The Index,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.