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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vladislav Delay to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
These Immortal Souls,
Banda Bassotti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronnie Foster,
FM Einheit,
Todd Rundgren,
Brick,
The Remains,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
Fad Gadget,
Marine Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Pus,
Barbara Tucker,
Neu!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Malaria!,
Morten Harket,
Ohio Players,
Swans,
K-Klass,
The Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Gabor Szabo,
Gregory Isaacs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker,
Von Mondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Royal Trux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funkadelic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cure,
The Searchers,
June Days,
Tom Boy,
Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
Minny Pops,
Judy Mowatt,
Desert Stars,
Soft Machine,
Blancmange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Martian,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Saints,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.