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 Columbus.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Cal Tjader to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Dave Gahan,
The Birthday Party,
Slick Rick,
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
Dead Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lower 48,
Ultra Naté,
Lucky Dragons,
Swell Maps,
Guru Guru,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Moon,
Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
The Motions,
kango's stein massive,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Steve Hackett,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Techniques,
Michelle Simonal,
Basic Channel,
Camouflage,
Whodini,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brick,
Von Mondo,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronan,
The American Breed,
ABBA,
Au Pairs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liliput,
Cybotron,
Bad Manners,
Reagan Youth,
The Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rufus Thomas,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Raincoats,
Bauhaus,
Camberwell Now,
The Invisible,
Laurel Aitken,
Isaac Hayes,
Kaleidoscope,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scrapy,
Crooked Eye,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.