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 Algeria and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Cure to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arcadia,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Barracudas,
Simply Red,
Frankie Knuckles,
This Heat,
Yazoo,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Symarip,
The Fuzztones,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cramps,
Jeff Lynne,
Television,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Bowie,
Steve Hackett,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxy Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hashim,
The J.B.'s,
Chrome,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Metal Thangz,
EPMD,
Dead Boys,
Funkadelic,
CMW,
Brass Construction,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mad Mike,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David McCallum,
Severed Heads,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sandy B,
Saccharine Trust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Audionom,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Absolute Body Control,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Machine,
The Human League,
Crooked Eye,
Yellowson,
Animal Collective,
Eddi Front,
Ornette Coleman,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.