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 Georgia and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 The Durutti Column to the dance 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Infiniti,
Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Archie Shepp,
Guru Guru,
Suburban Knight,
Loose Ends,
Drexciya,
Gong,
Ultra Naté,
Inner City,
Peter and Kerry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Junior Murvin,
The Gap Band,
Fugazi,
Mantronix,
Carl Craig,
Lower 48,
Bob Dylan,
Aloha Tigers,
Das Ding,
Black Sheep,
Pantaleimon,
Barry Ungar,
Deepchord,
Bobby Sherman,
Flash Fearless,
The J.B.'s,
Funky Four + One,
The Motions,
Con Funk Shun,
Kaleidoscope,
Angry Samoans,
David Bowie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantytec,
Skarface,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Eden Ahbez,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T. Rex,
The Cramps,
Pole,
Sam Rivers,
Donny Hathaway,
Amazonics,
Animal Collective,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.