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 Nauru and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Nirvana to the funk 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
B.T. Express,
JFA,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harmonia,
Aloha Tigers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barry Ungar,
David Bowie,
The Slackers,
Quando Quango,
Agitation Free,
The Happenings,
Technova,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerri Chandler,
Colin Newman,
The Move,
Symarip,
Monolake,
The Count Five,
Alton Ellis,
Lakeside,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Davy DMX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
Unwound,
New York Dolls,
Anthony Braxton,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donny Hathaway,
Rekid,
Slick Rick,
The Mojo Men,
Soul II Soul,
Ralphi Rosario,
Duran Duran,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Faraquet,
Nick Fraelich,
Swell Maps,
Derrick Morgan,
The Skatalites,
June Days,
Alice Coltrane,
World's Most,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Style,
Mandrill,
Icehouse,
The Moleskins,
The Young Rascals,
Warren Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.