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 Liechtenstein and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Agitation Free to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Hood,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Procol Harum,
The Cramps,
X-102,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sällskapet,
Outsiders,
Faraquet,
The Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Freddie Wadling,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultra Naté,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Young Marble Giants,
Yazoo,
Bill Wells,
Sex Pistols,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Starr,
The Gories,
Television Personalities,
Anakelly,
Bootsy Collins,
The Five Americans,
The Toasters,
Sight & Sound,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Stooges,
The Grass Roots,
DNA,
The United States of America,
Magazine,
Guru Guru,
Moss Icon,
Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harry Pussy,
Banda Bassotti,
June Days,
Erasure,
Sixth Finger,
Unwound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fuzztones,
Rakim,
The Star Department,
Reagan Youth,
Sandy B,
The Wake,
cv313,
World's Most,
Ituana,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.