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 Egypt and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Television to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Aloha Tigers,
Brand Nubian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harry Pussy,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Starr,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reuben Wilson,
kango's stein massive,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dark Day,
Althea and Donna,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flash Fearless,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed,
OOIOO,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sandy B,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Walker Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doors,
Babytalk,
Funkadelic,
X-102,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fuzztones,
Underground Resistance,
Tommy Roe,
the Bar-Kays,
Lungfish,
Rapeman,
Fela Kuti,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Golliwogs,
Make Up,
The Saints,
Amon Düül II,
Aaron Thompson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
F. McDonald,
Peter and Kerry,
Boredoms,
Wire,
The Birthday Party,
Cal Tjader,
Glenn Branca,
Junior Murvin,
Visage,
Little Man,
Hoover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.