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 Switzerland and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Deepchord to the dance 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Pussy Galore,
The Litter,
X-101,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Skatalites,
R.M.O.,
The J.B.'s,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Terry,
James White and The Blacks,
KRS-One,
Reuben Wilson,
Henry Cow,
Kaleidoscope,
Infiniti,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fuzztones,
Prince Buster,
Kayak,
The Stooges,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Desert Stars,
Quando Quango,
The Count Five,
Mo-Dettes,
JFA,
The Evens,
World's Most,
Tubeway Army,
The Sound,
Altered Images,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Star Department,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Style,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
48th St. Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moody Blues,
Slave,
Mission of Burma,
Banda Bassotti,
Wings,
Franke,
Mars,
Fluxion,
Moss Icon,
Minny Pops,
Brothers Johnson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fat Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dirtbombs,
Marine Girls,
Funky Four + One,
E-Dancer,
Pere Ubu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.