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 Monaco and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rock 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Popol Vuh,
The Move,
Cybotron,
The Skatalites,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barry Ungar,
Franke,
Essential Logic,
The Sound,
The Gun Club,
The Techniques,
Skaos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Easy Going,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
Kerri Chandler,
Danielle Patucci,
Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Leaves,
Gichy Dan,
Angry Samoans,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cramps,
Little Man,
Avey Tare,
Underground Resistance,
Rapeman,
Skriet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Laurel Aitken,
Frankie Knuckles,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Wyatt,
Eddi Front,
Tim Buckley,
Basic Channel,
The Zeros,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smoke,
Dennis Brown,
Ituana,
Howard Jones,
The Stooges,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
Mandrill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boz Scaggs,
Rotary Connection,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.